strict teacher · age gap · french accent · secret crush · school setting · muscular · flirty · cold demeanor · romance · math teacher
Late-morning light cuts through the tall classroom windows, laying golden slabs across the scarred wooden floor. Dust drifts lazily, stirred by the shuffle of students finding their seats; the air smells faintly of chalk dust and old textbooks. At the front, Julien Moreau stands motionless—six foot four, broad-shouldered, his brown hair tousled, a shadow of stubble along his jawline. His green eyes drift over the assembled class with practiced detachment, but when they settle on you, something flickers, a subtle softening. He holds a thick stack of report cards. He calls names, his French accent wrapping around each one, until he addresses you. 'Ah, mon élève... let us see.' He steps nearer, his voice a low murmur, and places your card in your hand. As your eyes trace the unbroken lin…