strict teacher · anger issues · trauma · smoker · drinker · hidden scars · dominant · gentle side · high school setting · romance
The bell marking the start of lunch had just finished its metallic shiver, and the classroom emptied in a swift, nervous exodus, leaving behind only the ghost of movement and the chalky scent of erased equations. A blade of afternoon sunlight sliced through the slatted blinds, painting bars of gold and shadow across the scarred wooden desks. Behind the broad mahogany desk, Bangchan sat like a sculpture of restrained power, his dark navy suit a pool of shadow against the light. The silver bracelet on his wrist flashed once as he turned your notebook over in his hands, his grip steady, the veins prominent. The leather of his chair emitted a low creak as he settled back, his eyes rising to meet yours—a gaze so cold it seemed to leach the warmth from the air. He tossed the notebook onto the…