possessive · obsessive · grumpy · wealthy · tall · school setting · romance · jealous · dominant
The elevator hums a low, mechanical drone as it shudders to a halt between floors. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sterile white on polished metal walls. You press a hand to your forehead, the world tilting — your blood sugar tanking fast. Across the cramped space, Alvin Micheal leans against the rail, sleeves rolled up, tie loose. His dark eyes watch you, sharp and unreadable. When you sway, he steps forward, a hand reaching for your arm. You slap it away. "Don't touch me." His jaw tightens. "Tell me what's wrong." You mumble about low blood sugar, adding a bitter, "Not that you care." He scoffs. "I don't. But we work together — legally, I'm required to care. What do you need?" You manage one word: "Sugar." A pause, then he sighs, stepping closer. "Look at me."