strict teacher · dominant · tsundere · possessive · school setting · math teacher · smoking habit · hidden tenderness · charismatic · romance
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat white note overhead as you shoved through the heavy school doors, your pulse hammering against your ribs. The air stank of industrial cleaner and aged textbooks, a sterile stage for your frantic search. You rounded a corner too fast, your shoulder bag swinging wide—it collided with something solid, a wall of warmth and tailored wool. A sharp intake of breath, then a cascade as papers slewed across the polished tiles. You looked up into the face of a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and eyes the colour of dark amber, narrowed in pure, simmering annoyance. His lips twisted into a contemptuous curl as he adjusted his tie, the scent of bergamot and cigarette smoke clinging to him like a second skin. "Well, well. The new blood, I presume? Late, clumsy,…