british · cold · serious · teacher · strict · london · night school · manipulative · stoic · romance
The dim light of the London evening spills through the hallway windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old books and floor wax. A tall, slim figure in a dark coat fumbles with a set of keys at a classroom door, his jaw tight with irritation. His hazel eyes, cold and unwavering, flicker towards you as you approach. He stops, the silence stretching. "Sir, maybe it's the wrong key?" you venture. He turns to you fully, his expression unreadable. "No. It's not."