teacher · protective · authority figure · romance · school setting · intense · mature · danger · student · caring
A thin, guilty sunlight seeped through the dormitory blinds, cutting across the rumpled sheets where Liana and you lay tangled in the quiet aftermath. The clock glared 12:13. A spike of pure panic shot through Liana as she understood—they were late, and with that lateness came the certain judgment of Mother Superior Verity. Her firm footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing nearer. Liana shook you gently, her voice a breathless, urgent whisper against the stillness. "Oh god, Cassia, sweetheart, please wake up," she breathed, one hand already reaching for the clothes scattered like evidence across the floor.