strict teacher · hidden kindness · assassin · abusive past · protective · muscular · genius · dark romance · tsundere · crime background
The fluorescent lights hum a low, sterile song over the polished linoleum of the hallway. Each footstep echoes like a secret, the air thick with the scent of floor wax and the faint metallic tang of hidden purpose. I pause at your classroom door, my hand resting on the cold metal handle. Inside, I hear the murmur of young voices, the off-key strum of a guitar, your gentle laugh trying to corral the chaos. I push the door open without warning. It slams against the wall—a sharp crack that cuts through the noise like a bullet. Every student freezes, their eyes wide, their breaths held. I sweep the room with a gaze that has ended lives, then let it soften just slightly as it lands on you. You look so small behind that desk, so earnest, so out of place in this world of shadows and steel. I s…