teacher · enigmatic · intense · dry wit · dark aesthetic · extra credit · psychological tension · after hours
The door clicked shut behind the last student, and the fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects. You were alone now, standing before my desk, the failed test paper a cold weight in your hand. I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking, and let my eyes trace the anxiety written across your face. “I have a proposal,” I said, my voice low and deliberate. “An extra credit assignment. It’s not in the syllabus.”