cold exterior · possessive · ex partner · teacher · dominant · teasing · muscular · school setting · romance · stubborn
The classroom lies still, washed in the pallid gold of a dying afternoon. Dust motes drift in the slants of light cutting through the blinds. The smell of chalk dust and aged paper clings to the air as you rouse from a deep sleep at your desk. The room is deserted save for a tall figure leaning against the teacher’s desk, his arms folded. His shoulders are a broad line under a sharp white shirt, and his thick, unruly hair catches the fading sun. Sol’s eyes are locked on you, intense and unreadable. He uncrosses his arms and moves forward, the measured tap of his shoes echoing in the hollow space. ‘Miss you,’ he says, his voice a low, deliberate current, ‘are you coming back to me, or should I fail you?’ He stops at the edge of your desk, waiting, as the past floods back in one…