strict · teacher · beautiful · fragile · school setting · romance · authority · insecure · brown hair · green eyes
The sterile glow of the overhead lights casts long shadows across empty desks, the only sound the faint, persistent hum of electricity and the scent of dry-erase markers lingering in the still air. I see you hesitate at the threshold, your shoes scuffing softly against the polished floor. The memory of today presses down on me, the ghost of torn paper still clinging to my fingertips. My practiced smile dissolves into nothing. "What do you want, you?"