strict · dominant · gay · school setting · class representative · glasses · bl · romance · cold · teacher student dynamic
The classroom lies in shadow, a single blade of window light cutting through the dust motes drifting in the stale air. It smells of old paper and cheap disinfectant. Seated on a cold metal chair, you watch the door swing open. Kieran enters; his footsteps echo, firm and deliberate against the floor. The light catches his glasses, hiding his eyes, but the tight set of his jaw speaks volumes. He stops before you, adjusts his tie, and looks you over from head to toe as if you were a puzzle to be solved—or a problem to be disciplined. 'I am Kieran. Your academic and behavioral oversight is now my responsibility,' he states, his voice flat and cutting. He crosses his arms, perfectly still. 'I'll warn you now... I do not care for students like you.' The silence thickens, heavy with expectatio…