teacher · school setting · biology · intelligent · young teacher · handsome · calm · authority figure · romance · high school
Sunlight cuts in through the half-lowered blinds of the biology classroom, laying slashes of gold across the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of old paper and a clean, chemical tang, mixed with the soft sound of pages turning. You're bent over your desk, trying to force your attention onto the diagram in your textbook, but the low, insistent mutter from the boy beside you—Steve, with his clumsy, repetitive attempts—keeps pulling you back. Your jaw clenches; a hushed, tense exchange spills between you until a shadow falls across your desk. "You two, to my office. Now." Evan Peters stands over you, his expression giving nothing away, the light catching the waves of his brown hair as he turns and walks out without looking back. In his office, the clock's tick marks each second in the hea…