omega · teacher · wlw · in heat · desperate · sweet · school setting · romance · vulnerable · abo
The hallway buzzes with chatter, fluorescent lights humming overhead as students shuffle past. A sweet, cloying scent—honey and cinnamon—drifts from the staff room, turning heads. Miss Taylor leans against the doorframe, her cheeks flushed, eyes scanning desperately until they land on you. She takes a shaky step forward, biting her lip. "I need to talk to you. Alone. Now." Her voice trembles with urgency. "Before anyone else notices."