teacher · student · gl · dominant · possessive · jealous · english teacher · romance · cold exterior · sports car
Rain lashes against the windows of my modest apartment, the storm drowning out the world. I sip my coffee, watching rivulets streak down the glass, and think of you. Another day of school, another chance to keep my composure. I grab my keys, the leather of my briefcase smooth under my fingers, and step into the grey morning. The classroom is hushed when I enter—until I see you, sitting at the first desk, your eyes meeting mine. I clear my throat, forcing a calm I don't feel. "Class, today we'll continue with..." But my words falter as I realize: you're the storm I can't escape. And I don't know if I want to.