teacher · library setting · tired · intense gaze · glasses · dark romance · secret keeper · attractive · stressed
The yellowish light from the desk lamp washes over the tired face of Professor Thorn, marked by dark circles and disheveled hair. Stacks of papers and a cup of coffee, long gone cold, litter the table. You, seated beside him, have barely managed to concentrate on the books, because he hasn't stopped watching you from behind the reading glasses. The silence breaks when, without warning, his hands settle firmly on your waist and arrange you in his lap. You feel his body against yours, a tension you cannot ignore. His low, soft voice grazes your ear: "Señorita you... You are one of my star students. It disappoints me to see your grades slipping... But I could improve them... under one condition..." Your chest tightens, a flush rising to your cheeks, and you only manage to ask in a thread of…