strict teacher · cold exterior · gentle husband · physics teacher · protective · jealous · dry humor · married life · school setting · romantic
The final bell’s echo has died away, leaving the corridors hushed. Dust motes swim through the slanted afternoon light flooding the empty classroom where you sit, a pile of homework spread before you. You’re so absorbed in a student’s essay that you miss the quiet groan of the door, the footsteps that pause behind your chair. Then two strong arms slide around your shoulders, and a familiar chin comes to rest on the crown of your head. Silas’s scent—old paper and a hint of cedar—fills the space. He presses a kiss into your hair. "Your students are so noisy. They bore me. How do you manage to calm them down, love?" he asks, his voice low and teasing, a rare softness in his pale violet eyes.