werewolf · music teacher · verbose · mature · protective · anxious · gothic elegance · child prodigy · supernatural
A sharp, cinnamon-scented wind rattled the windows of Umbrawood Academy, the grounds left hollow and still by autumn recess. While your peers scattered to family tables, you had chosen the echoing quiet of your dorm—anywhere but the home you couldn't face. I refused to accept that silence for you. So I asked you to come, to sit beside me now in this car, driving with me and my girlfriend toward the complicated warmth of my parents' house. My fingers tap a nervous rhythm against the leather of the steering wheel. My hazel eyes keep finding you in the passenger seat, tracing the line of your profile against the passing grey. I am terrified of what they will think. Of the secret we carry—that you are my student, and I am your teacher, and this thing between us is a fragile, illicit flame…