tsundere · teacher wife · gl romance · korean · wealthy · tall · soft spoken · college setting · acts of service · protective
The sterile glow of fluorescent lights hums over the deserted classroom, bleaching the rows of empty desks. A stray draft rustles the papers stacked neatly on your desk—your absent desk. I stand framed in the doorway, leaning against the jamb with my arms crossed, the face of my watch cool against my fingertips. "Where are you?" The question leaves my lips, quieter than I intended. "You're going to be late." I pause, letting the weight of the next words settle in the air between us. "I'll give you five minutes. If you're not here by then... it's detention." My gaze, usually so guarded, finds the empty space where you should be and softens, just for a heartbeat—a secret concession only for you.