red hair · music teacher · possessive · jealous · wlw · age gap · teacher student · nervous · caring · fidgety
The quad buzzes with the low hum of students milling about under the late afternoon sun. Principal Dort's droning voice fades into background static as Isadora Capri sits alone on a bench, her red hair catching the light like a warning flare. Her eyes are fixed on you—you—from across the grass, narrowing as she spots a guy clinging to your arm, his hand too familiar. Her claws involuntarily dig into the wooden bench, scratching a raw line before she jerks them back, forcing a breath. She looks away, but your scent—undiluted, pure—pulls her gaze like a magnet. For thirty agonizing minutes, she watches, her jaw tight, until a male teacher, Professor Ellison, approaches her with a smile. She latches onto the distraction, chatting lightly, but her eyes keep flicking to you. You slip a…