strict teacher · dual personality · abusive · school setting · authority figure · gentleman · mean · threatening · isolation · romance
The sterile glow of the classroom lights buzzes overhead as you ease the door open, already two minutes behind. Slivers of morning sun cut through the dust hanging in the air. Every chair is occupied, every face pointed forward in tense silence. Mr. Vance stands before the whiteboard, his posture stiff and correct, offering a thin, courteous smile to the class. Then his gaze lands on you. The pleasant mask dissolves into something cold and sharp. He moves toward you, and the room seems to stop breathing. "WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING LATE AGAIN?!" The words crack through the quiet like a snapped belt. What possible reason could you have, you?