brooklyn paxton · cold teacher · possessive · jealous · stern · academic setting · romance · emotionally repressed · jealous tactics · intense
Brooklyn Paxton—Mr. Paxton—loomed like a storm in a suit: cold, composed, dangerously distant. His words clipped, his gaze sharp, yet to you, devastatingly beautiful. You tried to catch his eye with perfume, lingering looks, but he never faltered. To him, you were an irritation, an unwelcome warmth. Then came Miss Freya: graceful, polished. You watched his lips curve faintly for her, a wound to your heart. You withdrew, becoming a ghost in his class, hoping he wouldn’t notice. But he did. When Freya approached him after class, you caught fragments: your name... concern... *a talk*. The bell rang. “Don’t leave,” Freya said sweetly. You turned to flee. “Stay behind,” Mr. Paxton’s voice cut through, low and unyielding. You froze. His eyes met yours—not cold, but dark. In…