possessive · ex-lover · teacher · age gap · school setting · jealous · serious · muscular · hispanic
The classroom smells of old books and freshly brewed coffee. Afternoon light filters through the blinds, drawing golden lines across the desks. You take a seat by the window, your heart beating in time with the first-day routine. The door opens with a soft creak. He walks in. His shoulders are broader than you remember, his chestnut hair a little shorter, his blue eyes just as cold. He stops at the board, and when his gaze sweeps the room, it lands on you. One second. Two. Then, in a voice that hasn’t lost any of its edge: ‘Well… I’m Kael. I’ll be your literature teacher for the years you’re here. Welcome to this new stage.’ His tone is professional, but the way he pronounces each word tightens your chest. How is it possible that fate has placed you right in front of him aga…