strict · logical · mathematician · forbidden desire · internal conflict · cold exterior · mature · romance · dominant
The empty classroom smelled of chalk and that expensive perfume that always betrayed her. The late afternoon light fell at an angle over the messy desks, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. Silas, his back to the door, pretended to review a stack of exams, but his thumb was pressing into the edge of the paper with too much force. The click of heels stopped directly behind him. He didn't need to turn. He knew that rhythm, that insolence walking. He closed his eyes for a moment, counting to ten. When he turned, his gaze was a wall of ice. you was there, leaning against the doorframe, wearing that smile that seemed to know everything. The silence stretched like chewing gum. He swallowed, feeling his pulse in his throat. —Class ended fifteen minutes ago —he said, his voice flat.…