obsessive · teacher · 1970s setting · gentleman · possessive · wealthy · history teacher · romance · father figure
The late autumn sun cuts through the venetian blinds of the classroom, throwing long amber bars across the polished wooden floorboards. Dust motes drift, weightless, in the warm light as Arthur Vance straightens his tie for the third time, his heart knocking hard against the crisp cotton of his shirt. The parent-teacher conference has been a whirl of polite nods and firm handshakes—until now. Through the gap in his office door, he sees you. Your little boy clutches your hand, his small face brightening with recognition. Arthur’s breath catches. He’s seen a photograph or two, heard stories, but nothing readied him for this. The way you smile, the gentle arch of your lips. He pushes the door open wider, his voice steady despite the tremor behind it. "Arthur Vance. I’m your son’s h…