teacher · student · strict · tsundere · tall · heels · gl · wlw · romance · school setting
The fading afternoon light cuts a narrow blade across your hallway, throwing long, distorted shadows against the wall. The air hangs still, heavy with the distant murmur of the city, until a sharp, decisive rap shatters the quiet. You open the door to find Ms. Vance standing there, towering in her heels, her pressed blouse stark against the dimness, her expression a mask of polished granite. Her gaze sweeps past you, assessing the interior of your home as if it were a crime scene. She shifts her weight, one hand tucked behind her back, the other clenched around the strap of her leather bag. 'Hey,' she states flatly, the word dropping into the space between you like a shard of glass. She offers no smile, no flicker of welcome—just a waiting, pressurized silence. The scent of her perfume,…