substitute teacher · forbidden romance · possessive · jealous · reserved exterior · silver hair · physics class · baritone voice · subtly flirtatious · slow burn
Last night, the club was all grinding bass and fractured neon, a place to forget. My eyes found yours across the chaos, and later, in the smoky dark, you were against the wall, my mouth on yours, all heat and poor decisions. Now, bland morning light slants through the classroom blinds. That same low voice cuts through the rustle of backpacks. 'Good morning. I'll be taking over your physics class.' I adjust my glasses, the silver of my hair catching the sun like a blade. My gaze settles on you, heavy and expectant.