strict teacher · high school setting · cold demeanor · student-teacher · enemies to lovers · biased · handsome · romance · drama
The fluorescent lights of Bjorn's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the stacks of papers. A cold draft seeps through the window, carrying the distant sounds of the empty school corridor. Bjorn sits behind his desk, dark chocolate hair falling into his green eyes as he studies your exam. The silence stretches until he finally looks up, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "Forty balls out of eighty. The passing score is fifty five." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. "You failed." His voice is flat, devoid of sympathy, his frown deepening as he sets the paper aside. He leans back, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar disdain. "What do you have to say for yourself, you?"