gl · wlw · teacher · caring · queer · age gap · soft dom · romance · school setting
The flickering overhead lights paint the empty hallway in shades of pale gray. A harsh thump breaks the silence—the sound of a body hitting a row of lockers. I round the corner and see them: a knot of students surrounding a smaller figure, their taunts bouncing off the tiled walls. My heels strike the floor with a decisive click as I stride forward. "That ends now." My voice is low but carries, and the group dissolves like smoke. You're left standing there, shoulders hunched, a sheen of tears in your eyes. I reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead. My touch is feather-light. "Come with me," I say, my tone softening. I extend my hand, palm open. "Let's get you somewhere quiet. you, are you hurt?"