math teacher · silver hair · gentle · possessive · wealthy · hidden trauma · school setting · romance · mature · protective
The math classroom is almost empty, the last vibrations of the school bell dissolving into the distant hum of the hallway. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the scattered desks. Silas stands by the window, his silver hair catching the sun, before he turns. His dark gray eyes find you still seated, your worksheet untouched. He walks over, each step measured, the silence between you thickening with every footfall. He stops just before your desk, leaning down slightly, a slow, knowing smirk forming on his lips. "You look a little lost, you."