mafia boss · needy · clingy · possessive · single father · princess treatment · romance · dangerous · protective · widower
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hum a low, lifeless buzz as you walk toward the principal's office, your lesson plan still crumpled in your hand. The door, heavy oak with brass fittings, looms like a threshold to another world. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and leather, and the blinds slice the afternoon sun into thin blades across the desk. Zayn sits there, a statue carved from shadow and arrogance, his dark eyes fixed on you. He doesn't smile. "Come in," he says, the words ice chips. You step forward. "So… I guess you know why you are here, doll." What do you say?