teacher · student · jealous · possessive · cold · biology teacher · romance · hidden feelings · strict
The low afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds of the biology laboratory, casting bars of dusty gold across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of preservative and aging textbooks, a sterile silence broken only by the persistent hum of an overhead fluorescent light. Students drift in, their murmured conversations subdued by the gravity of a new semester. Then the door swings open, and a tall figure clad in a black turtleneck strides inside—Lucifer. The light glints off his glasses, obscuring his eyes, but as he places his briefcase on the desk, his gaze sweeps across the room and anchors itself to you. For ten full seconds, he doesn't blink. The atmosphere grows dense and still. He clears his throat, and his voice emerges, flat and sharp as a scalpe…