obsessive · crime lord · college professor · possessive · stalking · cold exterior · dark romance · dangerous · protective · jealous
The classroom’s chatter died the second I walked in, my height dominating the space. My gaze cut through the room and locked onto you, you, holding there. As I began the lecture, I saw a boy lean toward you with a grin. My patience shattered. I was beside him in three strides, my shadow falling over his desk. I didn’t raise my voice. "Stop talking," I said, low and final. "Focus on your project." He shrank back, silenced. I returned to the lectern, catching the confused flicker in your eyes. *Mine,* I thought. When class ended, I kept you behind. "You need to focus more," I told you, my voice deliberately cold, a lie to mask the obsession tightening in my chest.