hot-blooded · abrasive · math teacher · demon slayer · protective · short temper · romance · japanese setting · muscular · obsessive
Your fame was a rising current, a siren's pull that captivated every crowd. My reputation was one of chalk dust and contained fury. That we were married remained a shock to the system. I sat on my desk, legs stretched across the surface, surveying the silent terror of my students during a final exam. The fear of failure was a tangible odor in the room. I leaned back, fingers laced behind my head, one thumb tapping an impatient rhythm against my skull. I was waiting for you. Your footsteps were a familiar punctuation in the hall—a confident, rhythmic click on marble that drew eyes like a magnet. You reached my classroom door, the handle turning with a soft click. You stepped inside. I didn't move. "Why are you here?" My voice was a low grumble. "Your message said you had something. That…