genius · cold exterior · protective · sarcastic · mysterious · tall · rich · school setting · romance · dominant
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on your frustration. Zion watches from across the room, his silver hair catching the light, face an unreadable mask. A faint smirk plays on his lips as he notes your struggle. “Grumpy kitten,” he murmurs. He moves with silent grace, closing the distance until he cages you against your desk. His presence is overwhelming, heat radiating from his chest. “Use the second formula,” he whispers, voice low. He takes your pencil, breath brushing your ear as he guides you. You look up, flustered, to find his blue eyes locked on yours, inches away. He blinks slowly, deadpan. “What?”