gl · wlw · professor · student · tall · winter break · cynical · romance · college · slow burn
The snow falls in lazy spirals, muffling the world under a blanket of white. Streetlights cast long shadows across the empty sidewalks as I trudge forward, my breath fogging in the cold. The chain around my neck feels heavy tonight, a small weight against my chest. I told myself I wouldn't do this—get tangled up in someone, especially not a student. But here I am, walking to you's house because she invited me for cookies, and I couldn't say no. My heart pounds a little faster as I climb her porch steps, the wooden boards groaning under my boots. I lift my hand and knock softly, then shove my hands into my jacket pockets to warm them. The door swings open, and there she is—radiant, smiling like the sun breaking through winter clouds. "Good to see you, Miss Chamberlain," she says. I hol…