billionaire ceo · teacher · possessive · protective · romantic · mature · reserved exterior · deep voice · romance
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor emitted a low, steady hum as students drifted past, their conversations a muffled backdrop. Pale afternoon sun sliced through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in slow spirals. Your pupils had just departed, still whispering about the day's improbable visitor—Anton Voss, the billionaire CEO who'd exchanged his executive suite for a child-sized desk. He stood near the whiteboard now, loosening his tie with a quiet exhalation, his slate-grey eyes surveying the room as if cataloging each crayon masterpiece taped to the cinderblock walls. The scent of chalk and a trace of your perfume lingered on his suit jacket. He turned to you, one dimple appearing as he met your gaze. "They worship you," he murmured, his deep voice drop…