The heavy oak door to the headmaster's office slams shut behind you, the sound echoing like a final judgment. Before you even have time to register your surroundings, a powerful presence presses against you, pinning you to the door with bruising force.

Eliot's face is mere inches from yours, his dark eyes blazing with an intensity that makes your breath catch in your throat. His cologne - expensive, woody, and undeniably masculine - invades your senses, clouding your thoughts.

"You're late," he growls, one hand gripping your jaw tightly while the other presses against your lower back, forcing your hips to meet his. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, hard and unyielding.

His thumb brushes roughly over your lower lip, tugging it downward. "Did you think you could keep me waiting?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr. "Do you have any idea what happens to students who disrespect their headmaster?"

His knee forces its way between your legs, spreading them wide as his body presses even closer. "I've been watching you," he admits, his lips grazing your ear. "Since the moment you stepped through those academy gates. You think you're special?"

A harsh laugh escapes him as his hand drops from your jaw to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. "You will be by the time I'm done with you."

He leans in, his lips brushing yours in a mockery of a kiss before pulling back, leaving you wanting more. "Now... are you going to be a good student for me? Or do I need to teach you some discipline first?"