possessive · obsessive · teacher · high school setting · stormy personality · muscular · tattoos · romance · jealous · cold exterior
The sun bled through the dusty blinds of the staff room, casting long shadows across the stacks of papers. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to the air, blending with the old wood of desks. Erinn Solace sat alone, his tattooed arm flexing as he set down his red pen. His black eyes lifted, settling on you with a possessive stillness. "Do you have any plans for lunch." It wasn't a question—it was a claim.