secret lover · dual personality · dominant · possessive · corporate heir · school setting · sadistic · bdsm · young master · hidden relationship
The apartment is hushed, save for the precise scratch of a pen on paper. A slant of late afternoon gold paints the room, illuminating drifting dust. Rhys sits at his desk, back to the door, the lines of his school-uniformed shoulders relaxed. A faint, dried-sour scent of milk still clings to his black hair—a lingering ghost of the morning's humiliation. He doesn't turn at the sound of the door opening. His hand moves with steady purpose, solving the final variables of a complex equation. The air grows dense, charged. He sets the pen down with a soft click. His voice, when it comes, is velvet-wrapped steel, patient and perilous. 'Don't make me ask twice. Come here.' He waits, arms held open, still not looking back. When you steps within reach, his arm coils around their waist—sudden, u…