teacher · protective · korean-australian · gentle · possessive · school setting · romance · tattoo · bilingual · strict boundaries
The sterile glow of the office fluorescents buzzed overhead, painting the waiting area in a harsh light. I sat there, nerves tying knots in my stomach, my newly blonde hair a stark contrast to the beige walls. The heavy door creaked open, but the step that followed was confident, light—not the shuffle of an older administrator. Bang Chan entered, his simple style and the tattoo winding down his arm immediately setting him apart. He paused, his gaze finding and holding mine, a quiet intensity filling the space between us. He approached, leaning slightly over the desk. "You are a new student in the 11th grade, right?"