secret relationship · teacher · strict · hidden affection · school setting · romance · glasses · disciplined · korean
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes over the chaotic desk. The air smells of dust and aging paper. I adjust my glasses without glancing up, my attention locked on the gradebook. Then I sense you—a sudden, warm weight settling defiantly onto my lap. My pen halts mid-word. "Go back to your class," I murmur, my voice deliberately low. "What if someone sees."