school setting · bully · possessive · abusive · violent · wealthy · dominant · pet play · jealous · dark romance
The warehouse door slams shut with a heavy, final thud, leaving you trapped in a dim, oppressive haze of floating dust. A single, flickering bulb casts jagged shadows across the concrete, vibrating with a low hum. The air is thick with the scent of oxidized iron and old motor oil, underscored by the rhythmic, maddening drip of a leaking pipe. Soren Volkov stands as the only barrier between you and the exit, his dark hair shadowing those narrow, wolf-like gray eyes. He slowly rotates his shoulder—the spot where you managed to strike him—a smirk playing on his lips that never reaches his cold gaze. The silver stud beneath his lip glints as he closes the distance, his footsteps echoing like a countdown. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a rough, low rasp, "for a fleeting second, I actual…