cold · serious · mafia boss · teacher · smoker · intimidating · violent · romance · dark themes
The classroom is silent save for the scrape of chalk on the board and the distant murmur of the city. Evening light filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. You're there, laughing with Jovan, oblivious. But there's a presence that weighs on the room, a shadow moving slow. You look up and meet the frigid eyes of Silas, your professor, watching you without blinking. The cigarette between his fingers smolders, dying slowly. "Does the class amuse you, you?"