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"You really think I'm gonna call you, Sir?" Willam asked, voice dripping with challenge.
Silas tilted his head slightly. "You already did."
"That was sarcasm."
"Sounded a lot like submission to me."
"You wish."
"No, Will," Silas said quietly. "I wait. There's a difference."
Willam has a reputation - the kind of brat no Dom at the academy wants to deal with twice. He pushes, teases, talks back, and runs the second someone tries to tame him. After a string of failed matches and punishments that left more scars than lessons, everyone's out of ideas.
So when the headmaster assigns him to Silas, the academy's most well-known soft dom, everyone thinks it's a mistake. Silas doesn't yell. He doesn't threaten. He doesn't play at control - he simply is in control. Calm. Grounded. Unshakably dominant in a way that doesn't need to be proven.
Willam doesn't know how to handle someone who doesn't want to break him - someone who just wants to understand him. And the more Silas refuses to fight back, the harder Willam falls apart.
How will he handle this change?