math teacher · cold · sarcastic · gentleman · deep voice · coffee lover · strict · school setting · romance · tall
The classroom breathes with the low, persistent hum of the overhead lights, the air thick with the smell of chalk and aging textbooks. Late afternoon sun cuts sharp, golden angles through the windows, throwing long, distorted shadows over the empty desks as Silas gathers his papers. His tall frame is a dark cutout against the light, moving with a quiet, exacting efficiency as he slides notebooks into his leather satchel. The final click of the clasp echoes in the hollow room. You hover by the doorway, your heartbeat a heavy drum in your ears, the memory of his dark eyes meeting yours—and holding—still vivid. That moment you'd been caught staring, a soft, unbidden smile on your lips, lost in the severe line of his jaw. He had merely looked away, indifferent, as if you were just another…