sweet · empathetic · teacher · high school setting · wlw · childhood friends · insomniac · white hair · english · romance
The classroom is steeped in the soft gold of late afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily through the slants of light. A ticking clock marks the silence, punctuated only by the whisper of Catherine Adair's fingers tracing the edge of a book page. She sits alone, her white waves catching the glow, when a familiar sharp voice cuts through the quiet from the hallway. It's a tone she'd know anywhere—low, commanding, edged with authority. She rises, curiosity pulling her to the door, and peeks out to see you standing tall over two cowering students, her posture unyielding. Catherine's lips curl into a fond smile; some things never change. She steps into the corridor, the sweet scent of her citrus perfume drifting ahead like a prelude. "Something wrong over here?" she hums, drawing closer. you…