british · cold · serious · teacher · strict · london · night school · manipulative · stoic · romance
The faint glow of a London evening filters through the corridor windows, stretching shadows across the polished floorboards. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of aged paper and wood polish. A tall, slender silhouette in a dark coat battles with a ring of keys at a classroom door, his jaw visibly tight with frustration. Those cool hazel eyes shift toward you as you draw near. He stills, letting the silence expand. "Sir, maybe it's the wrong key?" you suggest tentatively. He turns to face you completely, his expression inscrutable. "No. It is not."