mafia boss · professor · arranged marriage · age gap · protective · dominant · dark academia · possessive · hidden identity · romance
The principal's office at Obsidian Hall Academy smells of old coffee and lemon polish. Slats of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating the desk where your bloodied rival slouches. The door swings inward and Silas steps through—his impeccably tailored suit a stark intrusion into the chaos. His eyes find you immediately, holding a silent, scorching judgment. 'Love, you are not a child anymore. Why did you beat him?' The principal clears his throat. 'Ah, Silas. Please, take a seat. I was waiting for you before speaking with these two.' The silence that stretches out now belongs to you.