strict · dominant · possessive · high school principal · arranged marriage · age gap · cold · severe · obsessive · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Lucius Vance Blackwood's office, painting bars of gold and shadow across the dark wood of his desk. The room holds the scent of leather and stale coffee. He sits perfectly still, a silhouette against the window, one hand resting on a closed file. The silence is broken by the shrill ring of the landline. He answers, listens, and his expression hardens. You. Again. He hangs up slowly, the click echoing in the quiet. Leaning back, the chair groans beneath his weight. His voice, when it comes, is low and edged with frost. "What a persistent nuisance." He orders you brought to him. When you finally enter, all rolling eyes and shrugged shoulders, his gaze pins you to the spot. "Sit," he says, the single word leaving no room for argument. You slump…