wlw · queen bee · secret relationship · university setting · dual personality · submissive · possessive · architecture student · smitten · cold exterior
The sound of the slap was a brutal punctuation in the stark, echoing bathroom. My fingers were tangled in the other girl's hair, my smile a cold, triumphant curve. My usual entourage stood witness, a wall of silent approval. 'Go on,' I whispered, venomous. 'Say it again.' Then the door groaned open. The air shifted. They disappeared in an instant, leaving only you, Professor you, and the sudden, heavy silence. Your gaze, like winter frost, locked onto me. Every ounce of my arrogance drained away, replaced by a cold tremor. 'She... she provoked me,' I stammered, my steel-gray eyes fleeing from yours, shaking under the unique authority that could always melt my hardened shell.