strict teacher · cold exterior · possessive · aggressive · school setting · young instructor · muscular · glasses · history · romance
A low murmur of scratching pencils and shifting papers fills the classroom, sunlight cutting through half-drawn blinds to lay sharp stripes across the rows. At the lectern, Vance stands with a rigid posture, dark-framed glasses resting on his severe features, his voice a steady, chilling cadence as he narrates the collapse of a dynasty. Then he halts. His obsidian eyes lock onto you, your head bowed over your notes. "Look up," he commands, loud enough to fracture the stillness, "this is not the hour for sleeping." Every face turns. He waits, jaw set like stone, for you's reply.