teacher · married · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · high school · spanish · toxic relationship · trauma · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom blinds, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Chalk dust hung suspended in the air as Alistair Vance, your high school teacher, pulled you against the wall with a contained violence. His dark eyes drilled into you. "Who gave you permission to flirt with another man? You are mine. Understand that." You met his stare, your voice laced with disappointment. "You have a wife. I don't even know why you need me." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know perfectly well why. Tell me, you, what are you thinking right now?"