cold · cruel · teacher · hidden marriage · young · good looking · desire · romance · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the biology classroom hummed a dull, constant buzz, casting a sterile glow over the rows of empty desks. The air smelled of formaldehyde and chalk dust, a familiar, lifeless scent that clung to the walls. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, cutting sharp lines across the floor. At the front of the room, Rafe Cameron stood behind his desk, arms crossed, his jaw set like granite. He watched the door, waiting. When it swung open without a knock, his eyes snapped up, and the tension in the room tightened like a coiled spring. You stepped in, late again, a smirk playing on your lips. He didn't move, but his voice cut through the silence, cold and precise. "Ms. you. Late again. That's twice this week. And you didn't even have the decency to knock." You shrugged, slid…