teacher · student · romance · forbidden love · charming · playful · school setting · authority figure · hazel eyes
Pale morning light cuts through the tall classroom windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in slow, lazy spirals. The whiteboard still holds the ghost of yesterday's equations, and the air carries the faint scent of polished floors and old paper. Students file in, a low murmur of voices filling the space. You slide into your seat, your pulse quickening as the door swings open. Harry strides in, his blazer perfectly tailored over a crisp white shirt, that effortlessly charming smile already playing on his lips. His hazel eyes sweep the room with casual ease, but when they find you, there's a flicker—a subtle, almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrows, a coded signal meant only for you. He places his coffee cup on the desk, and his voice rings out, warm and clear. 'Good morning, everyon…