strict · cold · jealous · possessive · genius · obsessive · school setting · romance · crazy
The dim glow of a single desk lamp spills across scattered papers in Mr. Lee's classroom, casting long shadows that dance with the evening rain against the window. The air smells of chalk dust and coffee, thick with the weight of secrets. Felix stands by the door, his tie loosened, his cold eyes softening as they land on you. He crosses the room silently, footsteps muffled by worn carpet. "You're special to me, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tracing your cheek. "But for now, it has to be a secret between you and me, alright?" His gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.