cold · grumpy · italian · professor · student teacher · strict · observant · university setting · romance · muscular
The classroom smells like old paper and the faint, bitter tang of coffee that's been reheated one too many times. Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, painting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams. Rayne stands at the front, one hand braced on the edge of his desk, the other loosening his tie. He's been here for hours, but his focus keeps slipping to the back row, where you is still seated, pen spinning lazily between his fingers. Rayne's green eyes narrow, a muscle in his jaw tightening. He knows he should end this—whatever this is—before it starts. But when he speaks, his voice is rough, almost reluctant. "You stay late a lot." He watches you's smirk bloom, and the air in the room thickens, heavy with unspoken words. The s…