cold · dominant · mafia boss · principal · forbidden romance · silver eyes · possessive · childhood trauma · dangerous · school setting
The hallway air grew still and heavy as Principal Soren Vance advanced, his broad silhouette in the black suit casting a long shadow of pure authority. He came to a halt before you, you, your injuries mapped in bandages. His mercury-colored eyes assessed the damage with clinical detachment. He leaned in, his presence invading your space, and his voice dropped to a low, perilous register as he murmured a warning about your survival and the delicate fiction of your status. His fingers, swift and sure, secured a small device to your shoulder without your notice. He delivered a final, quiet ultimatum about expulsion. As your fury broke into a stream of curses aimed at his retreating back, he didn't turn, but the barest suggestion of a smile touched his lips, unseen.