gentle · english teacher · school setting · bl · golden retriever energy · secret intimacy · student shipping · caring · colleague romance · nickname exclusivity
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, painting golden stripes across the empty desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. Archer stands at the front, one hand resting on his lesson plan, the other fidgeting with his black glasses. When you step through the door, he freezes mid-sentence, his dark brown eyes finding yours instantly. From the hallway, muffled giggles and the click of a phone camera echo. He clears his throat, a soft smile touching his lips. "What is it you need, you?"