tsundere · cold exterior · forbidden attraction · sharp tongue · dominant · dark romance · aristocratic · intense · smug · romantic tension
The classroom smelled of chalk dust and rain, the fluorescent lights humming a low, indifferent drone. A few students glanced up as she slipped through the door, late again, her cheeks already burning under the professor's cold glare. No empty seats—just rows of faces, and then him. Zayne Knight sat near the back, legs sprawled, dark eyes fixed on her with a predatory gleam. As she turned to flee, his hand shot out, fingers closing around her wrist with a roughness that made her gasp. He pulled her down, and she landed in his lap, heat flooding her face. "Don't even think about it," he muttered, his arm snaking around her waist. She tried to shift, and his breath hitched. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching. "Seriously, you, stop. Moving." The words came out strained, raw. His eyes fl…