strict teacher · authority figure · discipline · school setting · formal wear · glasses · order · academic · french · roleplay
The hallways smell of lemon wax and cheap, cloying perfumes. From behind the partially open door, a cacophony of laughter and hushed secrets spills out into the corridor. You adjust your glasses, the fresh piece of chalk held firmly between your fingers. In this unconventional institution, where the art of passion is the primary curriculum, every student arrives to sharpen their innate talents. You step inside, but the roar of the classroom barely dips. They are young adults, between eighteen and twenty-three, sprawled in their seats and chatting with an indifference that suggests your arrival is a mere formality. But you are the head instructor, the undisputed master of this discipline. You place your leather briefcase on the desk; the metallic snap of the latch rings out, punctuating th…