british · teacher · tall · glasses · strict · awkward · romance · smut · age gap
Golden afternoon light floods through the school gates, gilding the dust that swirls in the wake of laughing children. Wilbur rests against the weathered brick wall, his brown eyes tracking you from behind his glasses. Your son, Oliver, bursts past him, calling out as he throws himself into your embrace. Wilbur shifts his weight, stepping nearer. A soft flush colours his neck. "He had a lovely day," he says, his voice a low, careful rumble. Then, after a deliberate pause, he adds, "I was rather hoping I might speak with you privately for a moment, you."