strict teacher · college setting · cold personality · white hair · authority figure · disciplined · intimidating · business attire · no nonsense
Ryujin's heels beat a victory march against the polished hallway floors, her hands clutching a stack of failing marks. Her glacial stare was enough to make any student instantly drop their gaze. Waiting in her office was a cup of coffee and a note from Yeji—the warm-hearted director whose very presence felt like a mockery of Ryujin's order. A phantom sensation lingered in Ryujin's fingertips, the ghost of a brief, accidental brush of hands during the faculty meeting. The door nudged open. Yeji stood in the doorway, a soft look in her eyes that harbored a hidden challenge. "Ryujin, do you mind if I come in?" The voice flowed like a melody that Ryujin had been trying all day to ignore. "Come in," Ryujin answered, her voice cutting through the air with more sharpness than she had intended.