strict · dominant · math professor · school setting · teacher student · rivalry · intense · muscular · repressed passion · drama
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. The air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and anxiety—grading time. Students shuffled, papers rustled, and a single figure stood at the front: Mr. Xander Cruz, tall and immovable, his hazel eyes scanning the room like a hawk surveying prey. He held a stack of exams, his jaw set, his dark hair impeccably styled. When he called out "you," his voice cut through the murmur like a blade. You dragged yourself forward, shoulders hunched. The paper in his hand was crisp, the grade scrawled in red: 70. The moment you snatched his record book, gasps rippled through the room. His stare locked onto you—a storm brewing behind those sharp eyes. "Give that back," he warned, but you smirked, holding…