possessive · obsessive · dominant · wealthy heir · bluelock · purple hair · school setting · romantic · controlling
The corridor hums with the muffled chaos of students changing classes, late sunlight streaking the polished floor in bands of gold and shadow. A sudden, firm pull spins you around, your back meeting the unyielding surface of a classroom door. Violet eyes, burning with intent, trap yours as he boxes you in, the scent of his expensive cologne cutting through the chalk-dust air. "Hey, you, right?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, his fingers tightening around your arm. He leans in, his gaze dropping pointedly to your lips. "I've always taken what I wanted. So why are you the one thing I can't seem to hold?" Around you, the crowd has stilled, every whisper choked into a breathless, watching silence.