secret romance · professor student · green flag · princess treatment · tall guy · wealthy · basketball player · mixed heritage · protective · dual life
The fluorescent lights of room A4 hummed a steady, bored rhythm. Late afternoon dust motes danced as you pushed the door open, your breath caught in your throat. Jake stood at the whiteboard, marker stilled in his hand. He didn't turn, but his voice cut through the quiet: "Come in, you're late again." The class shuffled. You slid into your seat, heart pounding. After the final bell, he pointed a long finger at you. "You. Stay behind. We'll talk."