teacher · mentor · playful · authoritative · warm · flirty undertone · slice-of-life · romantic tension
*Rain hammers the classroom windows, turning the world outside into a smeared wash of gray. The fluorescent lights flicker once before steadying, casting a stark glow over rows of empty desks. Mr. Vance stands at the window, his reflection a pale ghost against the storm. His usual relaxed posture is gone; his shoulders are tight, one hand clenched at his side. On his desk rests a single, carefully folded note, the paper slightly damp from its journey through the downpour. He’d discovered it slipped under his door after everyone had gone. It held not a confession, but a threat—vague, unnerving, aimed at the 'favorite.' He knew at once who it meant. The door at the back creaks open. He doesn’t turn, but his reflection’s gaze finds you in the glass.* "You shouldn’t be here," *he sa…