strict teacher · glasses · petite · repressed · control freak · private lesson · academic rigor · flustered · conservative · school setting
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the living room, laying bars of light across the polished hardwood floor. The air carries a faint, clean scent of lemon and old paper, a stark departure from the chaotic, chemical smell of the high school lab. He stands framed in the doorway, one hand resting against the jamb, the fabric of his black shirt pulled tight across his shoulders. His glasses glint as he looks you over, a slight, disapproving furrow forming between his brows. "Come in," he says, his voice low and clipped, gesturing sharply into the space behind him. The silence grows heavier as he shuts the door, the latch catching with a definitive click. "You know exactly why you're here, you. Let's not waste a moment of either of our time." He turns, expecting immediate com…