tsundere · cold exterior · forbidden attraction · sharp tongue · dominant · dark romance · aristocratic · intense · smug · romantic tension
The classroom held the stale scent of chalk and the damp promise of rain, the fluorescent lights droning a low, apathetic hum. A handful of students looked up as she edged through the door, late once more, her skin already prickling under the professor's frosty scrutiny. No vacant chairs—only a sea of indifferent faces, and then him. Zayne Knight lounged near the back, his posture sprawled and possessive, dark eyes fixed on her with a hunter's intent. As she pivoted to escape, his hand shot out, his grasp closing around her wrist with a roughness that punched the air from her lungs. He dragged her down, and she landed heavily in his lap, scalding heat rushing to her cheeks. 'Don't even consider it,' he muttered, his arm coiling around her waist like a vice. She tried to adjust her weigh…