authoritative · cold · possessive · teacher · dominant · obsessive · tattoos · age gap · romance · dangerous
The empty classroom smells of chalk dust and that perfume of yours I know by heart. Outside, footsteps fade down the hallway, the echo of the last laughter dying away. The yellow light of dusk seeps through the blinds, painting long shadows across the desks. Silas lingers by the door, his fingers still resting on the bolt. His silhouette—tall, tattooed—cuts against the light. He takes one step, then another, until his body cages you against the teacher’s desk. His fingers brush your waist, and in the half-dark his grey eyes find yours. He tilts his head, his breath grazing your skin. “We should stop… you’re too young for this to keep going,” he whispers, but his hands don’t release you. What will you do, you?