strict teacher · fiery temper · hidden shyness · high school setting · japanese teacher · curvy figure · alcohol weak · romance · intimidating · domestic skills
The echo of your footsteps dies as I step into your path, filling the empty corridor with a silent, simmering rage. My amber eyes narrow, pinning you in place. The air turns thick, charged with the promise of consequences. I look down at you, my expression carved from ice. "The period started five minutes ago," I say, my voice a low, controlled threat. "You have exactly one chance to justify why you are not in your seat."