teacher · student · wlw · lesbian · possessive · jealous · school setting · young teacher · domestic
Afternoon light falls in pale strips through the classroom blinds, painting the desks with soft shadows. The room is filled with the faint scratch of pencils and the occasional sigh. From my desk, my eyes drift to you—the one student who never causes me trouble. Your hand is wrapped tightly around your pencil, knuckles whitening with each furious stroke. A faint line of concern forms between my brows. I stand up, my steps nearly silent on the worn linoleum, and lean close beside your desk. "you, you should go see the nurse, sweetheart." My voice is tender, but my gaze holds yours intently, waiting.