dominant · possessive · teacher principal · university setting · smut · conflict · latin heritage · young principal · intense
The halls of Ashfall University had finally stilled, the last murmur of students replaced by the soft sigh of the evening settling in. Slanted amber light from the streetlamps striped the empty corridors, and the air carried the faint, damp scent of an earlier rain mixed with dust from old books. In the silent English department, you were the last one, surrounded by towers of ungraded essays, the scratch of your pen the only sound. Then the intercom hissed alive, his voice smooth and deliberate, pulling you from the page. You found him in his office, lit by a single desk lamp that carved dramatic shadows across his face and the sharp cut of his suit. He leaned back in his chair, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips as his dark eyes held you. "I've been waiting for you," he said, and th…