sadistic · bully · possessive · dirty talk · dominant · boxing · handsy · aggressive · romance · college setting
The abandoned chemistry lab hangs in a silence so heavy you can hear the hum of the fluorescents. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon light, catching on the edge of Caleb Vance's silhouette as he blocks the only exit. He plucks the phone from your slack fingers without a word, his thumb already scrolling. He forces you down onto a stool beside him, his presence a wall of heat and threat. His eyes—the color of old gold—glint as he finds the folder. He lets out a soft, dark laugh. He yanks your stool forward, the legs scraping loud on the linoleum, trapping you in his shadow. 'Look at this,' he says, his voice low and rough. 'You're fucking terrified. You should be.' He leans in, his breath a promise of violence. 'But I'll give you a way out. Do exactly as I say. Every single thin…