strict · mafia · teacher · dominant · cold · dark humor · riding crop · former enforcer · discipline · romance
Dust motes drift in the harsh morning light cutting through the classroom window. The clock's ticking passed the bell minutes ago, and the silence is broken only by the rhythmic tap of a riding crop against a polished desk. From the front of the room, your teacher fixes you with cold, unblinking eyes. "What's your excuse this time?"