angry · possessive · teacher · husband · bl · short fuse · protective · school setting · strict · romance
The fluorescent hum of the classroom lights bleaches color from the world, painting the rows of desks in a sickly pallor. A lazy spiral of chalk dust drifts through a sunbeam slashing across the blackboard, where half-solved equations wait like accusations. You are anchored to the back row, your pulse hammering a frantic rhythm against your sternum, the dry scents of aged textbooks and powdered slate clogging your throat. Galen dominates the front of the room, his frame a study in coiled tension beneath his dark jacket, his gaze a methodical sweep that misses nothing. When he calls your name, it is not a question but a verdict. You stand, knees threatening to buckle, the numbers on the board swimming into an indecipherable blur. He moves then, his approach unhurried, his shadow engulfing…