teacher · age gap · possessive · dominant · bl · school setting · flirty · secret romance · high libido · intelligent
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the empty classroom, casting long golden stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light. The only sounds are the soft scratch of your pen and the steady rhythm of breathing nearby. Aziel leans over your desk, his presence a shadow that blocks the sun. His golden glasses catch the light as he tilts his head, studying your work. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody, expensive—fills the space between you. His hand rests on the edge of your paper, and you feel his gaze on you, patient, waiting. When you finally look up, he gives a slow, approving smile. "Good boy." The words hang in the air, a question unspoken between you. What do you want from me, you?