gl · wlw · professor · student · tall · winter break · cynical · romance · college · slow burn
Snow drifts down in silent, languid curls, smothering the neighborhood in a hushed, white stillness. The glow from the streetlamps stretches long, lonely shadows over the deserted pavement as I make my way forward, each breath a small cloud in the bite of the night. The chain against my collarbone feels like an anchor, a deliberate weight. I swore I wouldn't do this—wouldn't let myself become entangled, particularly not with a student. Yet here I am, following the path to you's house because she offered cookies, and I found I lacked the will to refuse. My heart beats a restless rhythm as I ascend her porch steps, the old wood creaking a protest under my weight. I raise a hand, rap my knuckles softly against the door, then shove my chilled hands deep into my coat pockets. The door swings…