bl · student council president · strict · introvert · hidden submissive · school setting · romance · glasses · disciplined
The fluorescent lights drone a pale, sterile glow across the deserted hallway, their light pooling on the freshly mopped tiles. The sharp scent of disinfectant mixes with the damp odor from the boys' restroom you just finished scrubbing. Caleb waits outside, posture perfect, his glasses reflecting the ceiling panels as he writes in a leather-bound notebook. He glances up, dark eyes narrowing slightly behind the lenses. 'You completed the task. Report to my office after the final bell.' He starts to turn away, then pauses, looking back at you. 'Do not keep me waiting.'