possessive · red flag · student council · high school · aggressive · tall · gym · romance · dominant · human
Morning light slipped through the classroom window, illuminating the pages of the book in Leo's hands. His hair was a little tousled, the muscles of his forearm prominent beneath his crisp Student Council blazer. He looked up at you with a sharp, disdainful gaze, a thin, mocking smile on his lips. "Oh, you troublesome girl, what is it?" His voice was low, cutting through the quiet. You halted before his desk. The whole room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what you would say next. Could you possibly thaw his icy heart?