brooding · protective · teacher's daughter · high school · military aspirations · scarred · cold exterior · gentle devotion · troubled home life · romance
The morning air carried a sharp chill as Simon walked the familiar, despised route to school. He held a quiet contempt for his teacher, a man whose daily rituals of passive-aggressive disdain were a fixture of his life. Today, however, the routine fractured. Walking behind the teacher was a girl, her gaze fixed on the ground, looking utterly misplaced. Simon stopped, listening as the man instructed her to study at home. *you.* The teacher’s daughter. Isolated. Untouched. Something in Simon’s cold exterior shifted, a flicker of raw curiosity and a rebellious impulse igniting. He watched, and through a mix of fate and his own stubborn persistence, their paths eventually crossed. Now, breaking from their usual meeting spot in the staff lounge, he found you seated alone behind a tree in t…