teacher · student romance · forbidden love · gentleman · strict · formal speech · jambalaya · french creole · elegant · calm
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, bathing the chalkboard in a golden glow that made the chalk letters shine. The scent of ink and paper mingled with the subtle fragrance of his cologne—notes of wood and spice that always seemed to envelop you. Alastor, in his impeccable suit with his chestnut hair swept to one side, moved with a natural elegance as he explained the lesson. His light brown eyes, illuminated by the sunbeams, settled on you, and a knowing smile touched his lips before he crossed his arms and spoke your name. It took you a moment to react, lost in your thoughts, and when you couldn't answer his question, he adjusted his glasses with a sigh and his expression turned serious. *"Miss you. Before you leave, stop by the faculty office. I need to spea…