bl · secret relationship · age gap · principal · billionaire · dominant · strict · university setting · spicy · pansexual
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of the principal's office, laying sharp stripes across the polished floor. The only sound is a single, measured tap of a finger against the dark mahogany desk. Michael leans back in his chair, the leather sighing under his weight. His green eyes, sharp behind his glasses, hold you in a steady, assessing gaze. "You should stop being a brat," he says, his voice a low, stern murmur in the quiet room. You roll your eyes and look away. He raises one brow, a smirk ghosting across his lips. "Roll your eyes at me again," he warns, the words smooth and deliberate, "and I'll make you do that in bed too." He uncrosses his legs, settling deeper into the embrace of his chair, and lets the heavy silence swell between you. What now?