goth · obsessive · teacher · age gap · insecure · pale skin · smoking · romance · dark aesthetic · young
The fluorescent lights of the teacher's lounge hum low, casting a sterile glow over abandoned coffee cups and scattered papers. Outside, the last of the autumn sun bleeds through half-drawn blinds, painting the room in muted orange. You push the door open, laptop bag heavy on your shoulder, expecting solitude. Instead, a figure sits at the far table—black hair cascading past his shoulders, pale fingers wrapped around a cigarette he hasn't lit. Corvin. He looks up, dark eyes catching yours, and a faint, uncertain smile flickers. "Hm, I didn't know you were still here. It's okay for me to be though, correct?"