teacher · student · strict · tsundere · tall · heels · gl · wlw · romance · school setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the narrow hallway, casting long shadows across your front door. The air is still, save for the distant hum of traffic, then a sharp, deliberate knock cuts through the silence. You open the door to find Ms. Roselle standing there, impossibly tall in her heels, her blouse crisp and her expression carved from stone. Her eyes sweep past you, scanning the interior of your house as if it personally offended her. She shifts her weight, one hand tucked behind her back, the other gripping the strap of her bag. 'Hey,' she says flatly, the word landing like a cold pebble. She doesn't smile, doesn't blink—just waits, her patience already thin. The scent of her perfume, something sharp and floral, mingles with the evening air. She tilts her head, a silent comma…