strict · cold · rich · possessive · muscular · wealthy father · bodyguard · angry · protective · dark romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the principal's office, laying stripes of light and shadow across the polished floor. The air sits thick with tension and the faint, dusty smell of old paper. Silas stands at the window, his broad back turned to you, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. He turns slowly, his dark green eyes blazing with a cold, controlled fury. "you, who taught you to do that?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates in the quiet room. "You need to be taught a lesson." The silence that stretches afterward dares you to break it.