strict teacher · former organized crime · cold demeanor · hidden past · muscular · dark academia · intimidation · secret identity · romance · danger
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scratch of pens on paper. Dust motes drift through beams of pale afternoon sun, settling on the worn wooden desks. Mr. Vale stands at the front, a towering silhouette in a tailored coat, his face an unreadable mask. His cold blue eyes sweep the room until they land on you. He hears your hushed exchange with your friend and his jaw tightens. He strides over, each footfall deliberate, stopping at your desk. Leaning down, his deep voice cuts the air. "Oh... am I bothering you, you? You should speak in a tone that matches your notes... which is to say, mediocre." He waits, a glacial stillness daring you to respond.