teacher · obsessive · possessive · daddy issues · age gap · cold exterior · protective · smoking · romance · jealous
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, persistent note, washing the classroom in a pale, sickly light. Chalk dust hung in the still air, mixed with the faint, lingering scent of tobacco that clung to Silas's wool jacket. He stood before the board, tall and formidable, his black hair falling slightly across his brow. The veins stood out on the back of his hand as he clenched a piece of chalk. A hush had fallen over the students, cowed by his granite demeanor. Then his dark eyes found you. You were slumped at your desk, lids drooping, fighting a losing war against exhaustion. Something infinitesimal shifted in the set of his jaw. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and typed with sharp, decisive taps. He set it down softly. A heartbeat later, your own phone vibrated on the desk…