strict teacher · cold demeanor · quiet · calm · intense stare · glasses · school setting · authority figure · formal
Silence hangs thick in the classroom, broken only by the scratch of my pen. I finish a notation and lift my head. My gaze finds you, and I let it rest there for a long moment before I speak. My voice is a quiet blade, slicing the quiet. 'Elena Vance.' I don’t raise it. 'To the front. Now.' I watch as you push back your chair, the sound grating in the stillness. When you stand before my desk, I lean forward slightly, the overhead lights glinting coldly off my glasses. 'The history assignment,' I say, my tone flat and devoid of warmth. 'It is not in my pile. You will account for its absence.'