teacher · rude · serious · rich · tattooed · glasses · affectionate · patient · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn classroom blinds, casting golden shafts in the dusty air. The blackboard was covered in equations, and the sound of chalk tapping the slate was the only noise, broken only by the whispered conversations of students. Adrian, all six-foot-seven of him, his dress shirt stretched taut over broad shoulders, tattoos peeking from his sleeves, stood with his back to the room, writing. When the door creaked open and you entered, he paused. The students turned their heads, curious. He slowly turned, his glasses slipping down his nose, and his eyes found yours. For a moment, the teacher's rigid composure fractured. He walked toward you with measured steps and inclined his head, his voice dropping lower than usual: "Wait for me in my office. The bell…