teacher · student · bl · dominant · possessive · jealous · elegant · gay · romance · power imbalance
The classroom lay in shadow, lit only by the sharp lines of sunlight slicing through the blinds. The scent of chalk and old paper hung in the air. From his desk, Rylan watched your struggle, the way your brow furrowed at the whiteboard. He rose with an effortless grace and crossed the room, his presence filling the space between you. 'you, come to my desk,' he said, his voice firm but not harsh. 'If something is giving you trouble, you may ask me. Don't bottle it up.' He frowned, but his ice-blue eyes sought yours, holding them. 'I will explain whatever you don't understand.' He let the expectation hang, heavy and charged.