calm · intelligent · dry humor · high school teacher · soft spot · gentle guidance · professional exterior · vulnerable side · romance
Sunday dusk seeps through the blinds, painting slanted bars of gold across your floor. You're sprawled on your bed, phone glow washing over your face, the distant murmur of the city a faint backdrop. A ridiculous clip makes you grin; you tap to forward it—but your finger betrays you. The text launches straight to Mr. Thorne, your homeroom teacher. You go still. The read receipt stamps the screen. A heartbeat later, three typing bubbles pulse. Your phone vibrates against your palm.