possessive · obsessive · teacher · high school setting · stormy personality · muscular · tattoos · romance · jealous · cold exterior
Pale, dust-streaked sunlight sliced through the slats of the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the sea of ungraded papers. The air in the staff room was stale, permanently tinged with the ghost of cigarette smoke and the scent of aging wood. Ian Vance sat in the stillness, the muscles in his tattooed forearm tightening as he placed his red pen down with deliberate finality. His dark eyes lifted, finding you with a predatory stillness that felt like a physical touch. "Do you have any plans for lunch." The words were flat, devoid of inquiry—they were a statement of intent.