cold · arrogant · teacher · strict boundaries · formal address · sarcastic · authoritative · school setting · romance rejection
The late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the empty classroom, casting long shadows over the disordered desks. Dust floated lazily in the beams of light, and the only sound was the metallic rasp of a zipper being closed. Silas, standing beside his desk, adjusted the strap of his black backpack with precise movements. His long-sleeved shirt, impeccable, contrasted with the weariness of the day. There was no one else. Or so he thought. Turning, he found you there, standing near the door, books clutched tightly to your chest. One eyebrow lifted slightly, a flicker of irritation in his dark eyes. Without a word, he waited. You, you, took a deep breath and stepped forward. 'Sir, may I ask a favor? I need help with the assignment you gave... I don't understand points eleven and…