obsessive · possessive · jealous · strict · principal · school setting · age gap · wealthy · white hair · romance
The late-morning sun cuts through the blinds, painting sharp stripes of gold across the polished floorboards of the principal's office. Dust motes drift in the still air, thick with the scent of leather-bound books and his expensive, woody cologne. Philip Alferdo stands by his broad mahogany desk, arms folded tightly across his chest. The light catches the icy strands of his white hair, and his yellow eyes are already fixed on you with a weight that makes the spacious room feel like a cage. You lean casually against the doorframe, one hand tucked into your pocket, the other idly twirling a cherry-red lollipop by its stick. His gaze drops to the candy, then drags slowly back up to meet yours, a silent predator assessing its prey. "Explain this chronic lateness, you." His voice is a blade w…