teacher · strict · chill · dual personality · authority · romance · school setting · dominant · realistic
Morning light cuts across the rows of empty desks, the only sound the soft scratch of my pen grading papers. Then the door clicks open—fifteen minutes late. I glance up without turning my head, watching you slip inside. 'Well,' I say, setting the pen down slowly. 'Look who finally remembered we have class.' My voice is quiet, dry, deliberate. I gesture to the front of the room. 'Care to explain yourself to everyone?'