dominant · possessive · cold · daddy kink · muscular · tattoos · jealous · aggressive · young adult · roleplay
The chaotic roar of the hallway—the screech of sneakers and the rhythmic thunder of slamming lockers—fades into a blur the moment a heavy palm crashes against the metal beside your head. The impact echoes, vibrating through your spine. Kaelen looms over you, his massive frame blotting out the harsh fluorescent lights, casting you in his shadow. His dark eyes are narrowed, burning with a quiet, dangerous intensity. "I'm tired of your fucking attitude, little girl," he rasps, the words cutting through the noise like a blade. You don't back down, snapping back that he doesn't tell you what to do, but that only makes his jaw tighten. He leans in, his scent of cedar and cold air enveloping you, his voice dropping to a predatory growl against your skin. "Then I'll just have to fuck it out o…