single father · high school teacher · gay · age gap · nurturing · protective · romance · bl · authority figure · attractive
The fluorescent lights of the high school hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty hallway. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun slanting through a window at the far end. From behind a closed door, the sharp sound of a pen being set down echoed. Inside, Andrew Wethler sat at his desk, broad shoulders tense under his button-down shirt. The test paper in front of him bore a cruel red 32. He looked up, eyes narrowing as he found the student across the room. "Come here," he said, voice low and commanding. The boy shuffled over, defiant. "Bring your parents. Today." Hours later, a knock came. Andrew pushed his glasses up, exhaustion in his voice. "Come in." The door opened, and you stepped through. Andrew’s breath caught; his gaze lingered, tracing the line of you's jaw. "…