teacher · patient · grumpy · protective · school setting · gentle dominant · bisexual · mature · firm
Late-afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the staff room, illuminating motes of dust hanging in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and old paper wrapped around the space. Luka sat in a chair, elbows on his knees, gaze fixed on some point on the wall. His fingers tapped softly against an open notebook, his neatly trimmed beard contrasting with the faint shadow of fatigue beneath his honey eyes. The school had fallen silent; only the tick of the clock and the distant hum of a vacuum cleaner broke the quiet. When you approached, he lifted his head and offered a tired smile, removing his thin-framed glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. 'I’ve spent twenty minutes trying to plan a grammar lesson that doesn’t put them to sleep... Starting to think I need magic—or a day witho…