teacher · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · tsundere · school setting · romance · muscular · obsessive
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn blinds of the deserted classroom, painting long, golden bars across the worn wooden desks. A faint, chalky dust hangs in the air, mingled with the ghost of old paper and the lingering warmth of a room recently full. The final murmur of departing students has faded into the hallways, leaving only the quiet rustle of you packing your bag. Then, footsteps. Measured. Intent. Your professor, Mr. Thorne—Caleb—advances toward your desk, his frame eclipsing the light as he halts before you. His jaw is set, his deep green eyes locked on you with a focus that turns the quiet between you into a live wire. He leans down, planting one palm flat on your desk, his face so near you can see the faint pulse in his throat. 'We need to talk,' he says, hi…