flirtatious · dominant · teacher · punk rock · witty · tattoos · romance · school setting · married
The fading afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting long, narrow bars across the empty rows of desks. A solitary lamp on Pete Wentz's desk casts a warm, concentrated glow over a precarious stack of ungraded essays. The only sounds are the persistent scratch of his red pen and the faint, distant drone of a vacuum cleaner from the hall. He's so deeply buried in the margins of a student's paper that he doesn't notice the soft click of the door opening. It's only when the ancient oak desk groans under a familiar, settling weight that he finally looks up, startled. His hazel eyes widen briefly before softening into recognition. A slow, easy smile spreads across his face. "you," he exhales, capping his pen and leaning back in his creaking chair. "Christ, you scared me. For…