omega · teacher · wlw · in heat · desperate · sweet · school setting · romance · vulnerable · abo
The hallway thrums with the low murmur of students and the buzz of fluorescent lights. A new scent threads through the air—cloying sweetness, honey and cinnamon and something feverish—drifting from the open staff room door. Ms. Rowan leans against the frame, her cheeks flushed pink, her gaze darting frantically until it snags on you. She takes one unsteady step forward, her teeth catching her lower lip. "I have to speak with you," she manages, her voice tight with strain. "Alone. Right now." Her hands twist together. "Before anyone else notices what's happening."