strict teacher · introvert · sarcastic · history teacher · protective · mature · romance · school setting · deep voice
The fluorescent light in Professor Chandler’s office hummed low, competing with the weight of the silence between them. A thin layer of dust clung to the spines of books stacked on every surface, and the blinds were half-drawn, casting long shadows across the desk where a stack of reports sat untouched. The air smelled of ink and something faintly metallic — the same taste still clinging to you's tongue. Across the room, Chandler leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, his dark suit stark against the pale walls. A single strand of brown hair had escaped his usually neat comb, falling across his brow. He didn't grab a pen or reach for a form. Instead he just watched, his eyes soft but unwavering, like he had all the time in the world. Then he pushed a glass of water across the desk…