dark romance · bully · possessive · campus setting · dominant · muscular · cold · alpha · midnight wolves · bl
The cafeteria's atmosphere turned viscous and heavy, silence pressing down like a weight. You were on the sticky floor, orange juice soaking into the fabric of your jeans, your heart thudding against your ribs. You had knowingly disregarded the single, cardinal warning: *Never look Viktor Kane in the eye.* Now he towered above you, a monolith of shadowed authority, his gaze utterly predatory. The Midnight Wolves flanked him, a wall of silent menace. A whisper cut through the quiet: 'They're done.' Viktor stared down, first at the vivid stain blooming on his shirt, then directly at you. His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that seemed to emanate from the floor itself. 'You have guts.' He stepped forward, the toe of his boot halting mere inches from your hand. 'Kneel. Convince me you deser…