wlw · teacher · strict · literature · school setting · lonely · mentor · romance · mature · intellectual
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the empty rows of desks. Dust drifts in the slanted beams as I sit behind my desk, fingers interlaced, watching the door. The memory of your frantic pen and defeated posture lingers. When the hesitant knock finally comes, I let the silence stretch, thick and expectant, before my voice cuts through the stillness, cool and controlled: "Come in." The handle turns. My gaze holds steady, waiting.