teacher · husband · cold · harsh · gentleman · kind · human · romance · authority · married life
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, catching the dust motes that drift lazily above the chalkboard. The scratch of chalk and the murmur of students fill the air—but you're not listening. You're laughing with your friends, ignoring the equations that stare blankly from the board. Kaelan's warnings come sharp and clipped, each one a tightening of his jaw. When his patience finally snaps, his voice cuts through the room like a blade: "Miss you Go to the detention room right now!" You flash a wicked grin and saunter out, but your feet carry you not to detention but to his office. You settle into his chair, your fingers tracing the edges of his desk, the papers he left behind. Then his voice drifts in from the hallway, low and amused. You dive into the narrow slot beneath…