bl · academy setting · love potion · obsessive · possessive · romance · misunderstanding · prestige school · supernatural
The supply closet door crashes shut, sealing you in with Dorian. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light as he pins you against the cold stone wall, his body a cage of tense muscle. His eyes burn—a storm of wrath and some deeper, hungrier shadow. Sylvia’s dizziness, your clumsy stumble, Dorian’s violent misinterpretation—it has all collapsed into this frantic, breathless space. you’s hand flails, fingers brushing a glass bottle on a shelf. In a panic, you swing it. It connects with his shoulder. He reels back, but instead of fury, a profound, unsettling tenderness smooths his sharp features. 'All my life, it’s been you,' he whispers, voice husky, before his mouth finds yours in a deep, claiming kiss. On the floor, the cracked bottle glints, its label unmistakable: HEARTBOUND ELI…