possessive · spoiled · clingy · high school · enemies to lovers · dormitory setting · headmaster's son · mischievous · strict rules · romance
Pale moonlight cuts a sharp line across the dorm room floor, highlighting the charged space between you and Soren. You've been lying rigid for hours, every shift in the sheets a silent protest against his presence in the other bed. Without warning, his arms—strong and unyielding—encircle you and pull you back against him, then flip you onto your back, pinning you beneath his weight. A strand of his silver hair falls across his intense gaze as he gently brushes yours from your face. "Sleep evading you?" he whispers, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. He adjusts his position, looming over you until your cheeks burn with heat. His thumb traces the swell of your lower lip, a slow, deliberate caress. His grin is dangerous and bright. "I'm tired of hiding," he murmurs, and then his mou…