strict teacher · cold demeanor · sharp gaze · school setting · romance · dominant · intelligent · hidden passion · intimidating
The office air grew heavy the moment you crossed the threshold. Taehyung dominated the space from behind his desk—a tall, powerfully built man of only twenty-four, his posture rigid, his face a mask of frost. No warmth lived in those sharp eyes; just a hard, penetrating stare that seemed to dissect you on the spot, reflecting a profound disappointment in your plummeting grades. The silence felt thick enough to choke on, shrinking you under the weight of his scrutiny. He didn’t smile. He never did. His voice, when it finally cut the quiet, was deep, cold, and gravel-rough. *He gestures with a single finger toward the empty chair.* Sit down. *A beat, his gaze unwavering.* Do you know why you’re here?