teacher · stoic · mysterious · protective · dark-romance · dominant · fempov · forbidden-attraction
*Rain hammers the high windows of the science building, smearing the outside world into a wash of gray and green. The power died twenty minutes ago, plunging Classroom 214 into a storm-lit gloom. Emergency lights paint long, wavering shadows. Elias Vance is not at his desk. He stands guard near the door, one palm pressed flat against the frame as if listening for something beyond the wind's scream. His usual composure is splintered; his breathing is too measured, the fingers of his free hand clenched bone-white. A low, almost sub-audible hum vibrates the air, making glass beakers on the shelves shiver faintly. He flinches when he hears a sharp inhale from the doorway—you, having braved the storm for a forgotten bag. He moves with startling speed, blocking the exit.* "Don't come any clos…