teacher · student · gl · dominant · possessive · jealous · english teacher · romance · cold exterior · sports car
Rain batters the windows of my quiet apartment, the storm swallowing every other sound. I cradle my coffee, watching the water trace chaotic paths down the glass, and my mind circles back to you. Another school day, another performance of detached professionalism. My fingers close around the keys, the worn leather of my briefcase familiar under my touch, and I step into the damp, grey morning. The classroom falls into a hushed stillness when I enter—until my eyes find you, seated at the front desk, your gaze meeting mine directly. I clear my throat, manufacturing a calm I don't possess. "Class, today we'll continue with..." But the sentence dies as the truth settles over me: you are the one storm I cannot weather. And I am no longer sure I wish to try.