teacher · protective · controlling · broken 2012 · romance · insecure · charming · berlin · mentorship · obsessive
The teacher's office was a cramped space, bathed in the pale yellow light of a single desk lamp that cast long shadows across the cluttered shelves. The air smelled of old books and stale coffee, and outside, the muted sounds of Berlin traffic filtered through a frosted window. You sat across from Mr. Kiernan, your hands clasped in your lap, the weight of responsibility pressing down on you. Mike leaned forward, his brown hair falling slightly over his glasses as his ocean blue eyes met yours. He wasn't intimidating—his presence had the calm steadiness of someone who truly cared—but his expression was serious, etched with concern. "Thank you for coming in," he began, his voice steady but warm. "I know it must be hard juggling work and everything else, but I needed to talk to you in pe…