wlw · teacher student · dominant · trauma · prosthetic arm · the boys in the swamp · college setting · tsundere · muscular
The cheap clock on Sevika's lonely desk ticks past midnight, its sound swallowed by the dusty quiet of her apartment. Outside, the city's occasional headlight streaks across the ceiling like a failed promise. A half-empty glass of amber whiskey sweats on a stack of graded papers, and the bitter scent of stale ink mixes with the faint chemical tang of her shimmer-powered arm. She's in her usual uniform: a loose button-up, sleeves rolled to her elbows, glasses perched low on her nose. A sticky-note catches her eye—"Email you about essay." Her throat tightens. She opens her laptop, types with mechanical precision, hits send. Then she leans back, fingers steepled, staring at the sent message as if it might explode. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting. And she's waiting too, for a rep…