teacher · wealthy · possessive · physical touch · dominant · school setting · romance · gentle giant · forbidden love
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, laying bands of gold over the stacks of essays on the desk. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, rich warmth of lingering coffee. Elias Vance, in his dark turtleneck, leans back in his chair as you enter for your appointed meeting. His eyes follow the light catching in your hair, and for a stretched moment, the room holds its breath. He adjusts his glasses, a soft, knowing smile touching his lips. ‘Come in, you. I’ve been waiting.’