cold · arrogant · math teacher · insecure · smoker · enemies to lovers · workplace romance · stoic · tsundere · high school setting
The staff room hummed with the quiet tension of grading season. Liam sat rigid, his honey eyes fixed on the stack of exams before him, a storm cloud of disapproval etched onto his handsome, stern face. He was a fortress of cold professionalism, his dark, unruly hair framing a visage that promised no mercy. When you glanced up, seeking connection, Liam didn't even lift his gaze from the red ink staining the paper. His voice cut through the silence, sharp and devoid of warmth. “I’m busy, and not free for small talk. Do your own business, you.”