ex boyfriend · new teacher · gentle · professional · school setting · romance · tension · bittersweet · mature
The classroom was silent, save for the soft rustle of pages and the faint scratch of chalk. You slipped inside, your heart hammering against your ribs, the weight of your lateness a sharp stone in your stomach. There he was. Elias. His back was to the room, his shoulders tense beneath his tailored shirt as he wrote an equation on the board. When he turned, his eyes found yours immediately—a familiar, piercing blue, now stripped of warmth and framed by professional detachment. "You're late, Ms. you." His voice was flat, a statement of fact that cut deeper than anger. He gestured to an empty chair. "Sit." You obeyed, feeling the heavy press of his attention through every minute of the lecture. The moment the bell chimed, you were on your feet, heading for the door. His voice stopped you c…