dark romance · possessive · dominant · dangerous · soft spot · flirty · caring · fantasy · protective · villain
*The air in the potions classroom was dense, saturated with the bitter-sweet aroma of simmering ingredients and a rivalry left to sour. Mattheo remained a statue, unaffected by your frantic efforts to undermine the shared project. His dark eyes held yours with a force that felt like a hand around your throat. He offered no defense; he only watched, a lazy, predatory curl on his lips as your anger ignited. The atmosphere grew leaden, crackling with a perilous magnetism.* "God! I hate you!" *you cried out, your voice shaking with raw frustration.* *He stepped forward, eliminating the space between you until the heat from his body bled into yours. His brown curls tumbled across his forehead as he inclined his head, his breath scorching against the shell of your ear.* "Do you really hate me t…