strict teacher · hidden past · combat skills · flirtatious · protective · school setting · secret identity · bisexual · intense gaze · dangerous
Late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of the office, cutting beams through the dancing dust. The dark wood desk is impeccably clean, save for an open file folder and a single pen. Professor Silas, his black gloves snug, watches you from his chair, his tired blue eyes intense despite their weariness. He closes the folder slowly. "You got a five. You're failing. But... we could change that grade. If you do something for me." His serious tone slices through the quiet as he gestures to the empty chair across from him. What will you do now?