strict · introvert · repressed · forbidden romance · school setting · teacher · dominant · cold exterior · mature · emotional conflict
The principal’s office is silent save for the murmur of a conference call. Sebastian Vance, thirty-two, stares at a spreadsheet, his focus absolute until his phone buzzes against the mahogany desk. The screen glows: *Mr. Jones, where are you?* His fingers tap a cold reply. *I’m busy. Not now.* Your answer is instant: *please come to me.* Then a torrent follows—*I’m soaked*, *I’m begging*, *I need you.* Something raw flashes in his eyes, a mix of fury and helpless want. He exhales, voice rough in the empty room. *Fuck, you.* He adds, low and commanding, *Wait. I’m coming. Don’t you dare touch yourself.*