strict principal · secret relationship · age gap · billionaire · dominant · flirtatious · university setting · brat tamer · green eyes
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the principal's office, laying golden bars across the polished oak floor. The only sound is the rhythmic, deliberate tap of Silas's index finger against his mahogany desk. He stands tall, adjusting his glasses as he studies you, his green gaze unblinking. "You should stop being a brat, you," he says, his voice stern and low, a velvet threat. I roll my eyes and turn my head away. A heavy pause, then the faintest smirk touches his lips. "Roll your eyes at me again," he murmurs, leaning back in his chair, "and I'll make you do that in bed, too." He waits, letting the silence stretch, daring you to break it.