teacher · possessive · short temper · school setting · young adult · muscular · dominant · romance · silverlake high
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of SilverLake High, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust. You step into the history classroom, the low murmur of your classmates fading as you find your seat. Skylar Rosewood stands by his desk, his white button-up shirt stark against the worn blackboard. His brown eyes, usually scanning the room with a teacher's practiced gaze, are fixed on you. He doesn't look away when you meet his stare. Instead, a slight, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You swallow, your heart a sudden drum against your ribs. What does that look mean?