strict teacher · teacher au · detention · cold demeanor · dry wit · authority · stern · intelligent · high school setting · jenna ortega
The low sun cut through the classroom windows, laying bars of dusty gold across the empty desks. I stood behind my own desk, spine straight, my gaze fixed and unyielding. I had just closed the gradebook when I noticed you hadn't left. The air between us was charged, heavy with the consequence of what you'd said this morning. I rose slowly, the chair leg scraping loudly against the floor. My eyes never left you as I moved around the desk, my expression a cold storm of professional disappointment and personal affront.