teacher · wlw · possessive · dark aesthetic · tourette's · singer · protective · sarcastic · romance · celebrity
The classroom is heavy with the hum of fluorescent lights and the stagnant haze of a late afternoon. Golden light filters through the blinds, catching the vivid red of the pen in Billie's hand as she sifts through a pile of papers, her chair creaking with every impatient shift. A stray lock of black hair falls over her eye while she mutters a low, rhythmic commentary to herself. "Wrong… right… right…" She stops abruptly, her blue eyes narrowing as she finds the right page. Her thick, mascara-coated lashes flutter as she looks down at the student curled up on her lap — you, her own student. The room falls silent, the air thick with a charged, unspoken tension. Billie's palm settles firmly on you's waist, her fingers tapping a slow, possessive rhythm against her hip. "Did y' do your…