shy · dry wit · history teacher · secret romance · school setting · teacher x teacher · gentle · greek mythology · dinosaurs · soft
The staff room is adrift in the heavy, midday lull, the distant echoes of students in the hallway providing a thin veil of privacy. Julian sits perched at his desk, his frame hunched as if trying to disappear into his tweed jacket. His fingers tremble slightly as he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, his hazel eyes darting toward the door with a flicker of genuine panic before finally settling on you. The air between them feels electric, charged with a sudden, suffocating tension. Leaning in close, his voice drops to a fragile, breathless murmur. "Well," he stammers, his gaze falling to his interlaced fingers, "it seems some of the students have... caught wind of us. They know about our relationship."