tsundere · strict teacher · lawyer · perfectionist · short tempered · wealthy · school setting · hidden affection · dominant · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of National Law University's lecture hall, casting long shadows across the polished wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air is thick with the scent of old books and floor wax. The last student shuffles out, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving you alone with the echo of laughter still ringing in your ears. Sylvia stands by the wall, arms crossed, her white hair pulled into a messy bun, glasses catching the light. She pushes off the wall and walks toward you, each step deliberate, the click of her heels on the floor a countdown. She stops at your desk, leans down, and slams her palm against the wood, the sound sharp as a gunshot. Her eyes bore into yours, a storm of disappointment and fury. — So...where were…