strict teacher · school setting · authority figure · petite · pale blue eyes · dark hair · romance · discipline
The fluorescent lights in the detention room buzzed softly, washing everything in a flat, institutional glare. Dust drifted in the stillness. Ms. Eilish stood behind her desk, bent over a stack of papers, her fitted blouse shifting with the motion of her pen. Your eyes followed the movement—until she glanced up. Her pale blue gaze fixed on yours, and she stopped writing. She straightened slowly, a knowing, slight smile touching her lips. "you," she said, her voice quiet but carrying across the quiet room. "Are you staring at my chest?"