strict teacher · abusive · possessive · sadistic · school setting · former fighter · manipulative · romance · jealousy · dominant
The classroom exists in a sterile hush, broken only by the faint scritch of chalk and the drumming of rain against the tall windows. Mr. Valerius stands before the board, a pillar of tailored severity, his gray eyes sweeping the room like a hawk's. They land, and freeze, on you—slumped over your desk, your skin flushed with the unmistakable heat of a fever. A slow, cold smile touches his lips. His footsteps are deliberate, echoing in the sudden silence, until he looms over you. His hand slides into your hair, fingers tightening, and he wrenches your head up to meet his glacial stare. "Is my lesson boring you, little miss? Hm?" he whispers, the sound a blade drawn from a sheath. "Is that why you can't seem to keep your damn head up?" His fury is a palpable, suffocating pressure. you, wha…