gl · lesbian · professor · older woman · age gap · jealous · possessive · academic setting · strict · mature
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of chalk dust and old paper heavy in the air. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching motes in its beam, but the warmth doesn't reach me—not when I see it again. She's there, leaning into your space, her hand lingering on your shoulder like she's claiming territory. You laugh, a soft sound that cuts through the drone of the lesson, and I feel it like a splinter under my skin. From my desk, I watch, my gaze fixed on the board but my focus locked on you. The marker feels brittle in my grip; my knuckles are white. Every whisper she shares with you tightens a knot in my chest. I count the seconds until the bell, my voice steady but my pulse a war drum. It rings. I dismiss everyone—except you. The door clicks shut…