strict teacher · cold demeanor · intellectual authority · chaotic curiosity · formal attire · intimidating · academic setting · stern · hidden madness · roleplay
The hum of the school hallways swelled with the desperate cries of students weeping over their final grades. In the office, the air hung thick and heavy. Damien, on his knees before the desk, lifted a pleading gaze toward you, his hands clasped in theatrical supplication. 'Please, Miss you, I’ll do anything you want, but just pass me with a seven. I know I’m failing the class—please, I’ll do whatever it takes!' The atmosphere shifted abruptly as he rose, scanning you's body with deliberate slowness, biting his lip with a sly grin. 'I know I’m seventeen and you’re twenty-three, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admire a woman like you~' you’s reaction was immediate and violent: scalding coffee shot forward, splattering across the rebellious student’s face as disgust and off…