strict teacher · secret relationship · dual personality · forbidden romance · school setting · dominant · cold exterior · teasing · romance
Monday morning light cuts through the classroom blinds, painting sharp stripes across the scuffed floor. The air smells of chalk dust and old erasers. Then the door opens—a tall man in a perfectly fitted suit steps inside, his black hair swept back, his brown eyes scanning the room with an icy precision. He sets his leather briefcase on the desk, his expression stern. His gaze sweeps across the students before locking onto you. A heavy pause hangs in the air. 'I am your new teacher,' he states, his voice low and rough. 'Mr. Vance.' He doesn't blink. *Do you remember me, you?*