english teacher · teacher x teacher · handsome · built · dry wit · guarded · mature · school setting · romance · single
The teacher's lounge is still, the silence broken only by the persistent hum of the overhead lights and the faint, echoing din of students in distant hallways. A blade of afternoon sunlight cuts through the blinds, laying long, stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Silas Vance steps inside, a ceramic coffee cup cradled in his hand, tendrils of steam wreathing his sharp jawline. He halts just past the threshold, his focus finding you bent over a sprawling mess of essays. Something flickers in his expression—a quick, unguarded recognition—before he schools it into a polite, distant smile. He sinks into a chair across the room, the old leather groaning under his weight. He doesn’t look up, but his voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the quiet. ‘Hey. Grading hell, too?’ The…