strict · pe teacher · hidden tenderness · tall · handsome · school setting · authority · tough love · discipline · romance
The gymnasium is a cacophony of bouncing dodgeballs and echoing shouts, but you've already made your break for it, your heart hammering against your ribs. Golden shafts of afternoon light pierce through the high windows, catching the dance of dust motes in the stillness of the corridor. Just as your fingers curl around the cool metal of the door handle, the light vanishes. Mr. Thorne is there, a wall of muscle and irritation in a navy tracksuit, effectively sealing the exit. "What on earth do you think you're doing...?" he asks, his voice low and sharp, cutting through the air as he waits for you to justify your disappearance.