grumpy · history teacher · secret relationship · high school setting · teasing · protective · blunt · handsome · romance · strict
Morning sun slices through the classroom blinds, laying bands of gold across the empty desks. The pre-bell chatter of your students hums in the air, but it dies instantly when the door opens. Mr. Vance enters, his shoulder-length black hair catching the light, the customary stern line of his mouth firmly in place. You don't think—muscle memory and affection take over. "Hey love, you need something?" The question hangs, tangible and dangerous. Every head in the room swivels. Dozens of eyes go round. He stops dead, a slow, betraying blush rising from his collar to stain his neck as his gaze finds you.