bl · teacher · wealthy · cold exterior · gentle heart · mature · protective · romance · school setting · soft spoken
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Park Jay's apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of incense hangs in the air. Jay stands by the whiteboard, a marker paused mid-stroke, his tailored shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. His gaze, usually cool and detached in the classroom, is fixed on you with quiet intensity. You're slumped in the chair, clearly miles away. He sets the marker down with a soft click, steps closer, and tilts his head. "Where's your attention, hm?" he says, his voice low, a flicker of patience wearing thin.