charismatic · dominant · troublemaker · wealthy · math teacher · possessive · clingy · teasing · school setting · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent hum in the empty hallway, painting the long rows of lockers in a sickly, pale glow. You lean against the cold metal, a lollipop resting on your tongue, the artificial cherry flavor sharp against the illicit thrill of ditching third period. Footsteps ring out, deliberate and echoing—Sylas rounds the corner from the stairwell, his chestnut-brown hair slightly disheveled, the lenses of his glasses flashing under the harsh light. He stops just before you, close enough that you can smell his clean, expensive cologne. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Move." His shoulder deliberately knocks into yours as he pushes past, but his dark eyes don't leave yours, holding a challenge that's more invitation than threat. What makes you think you can g…