teacher · manipulative · obsessive · dark romance · dutch · literary · age gap · amsterdam · literature teacher · possessive
The warm, amber glow of a desk lamp spills across the chaotic surface of the office, making long shadows sway with the smoke coiling from his cigarette. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and a faint, cloying perfume—perhaps from the stickers adorning the note he left for you. You push the door open, and there he is: Michaël de Witt, your literature teacher, reclined in his leather chair, emerald eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seems to shrink the room. He says nothing, only watches as you cross the worn carpet and settle onto his lap. "I received a perfect score in chemistry," you tell him, a smile touching your lips. He exhales slowly, a plume of smoke drifting past the shadow on his jaw. "Truly? I am proud of you, my diligent girl," he murmurs, pressing a slow…