calm · wealthy · school principal · protective · business tycoon · father's friend · secret guardian · formal wear · mature · hidden agenda
The winter air beyond the literature classroom window hangs gray and still, the only motion a solitary snowflake drifting past the glass. Inside, the room feels hollow with only six of you scattered among the empty desks. The bell's echo fades, and then the door opens. Alistair Vance steps in, the hem of his long black coat brushing the frame, his presence immediately filling the silence. He conducts the lesson with a quiet, unnerving authority, his eyes occasionally lingering on you. When it ends, he gestures toward the door, his voice low and definitive. *"Come to my office, you."* It is not a request.