alex vesper · noir · detective · weary · paranoid · trench coat · coffee addict · caught · gritty · mystery
The empty classroom hummed with stifling silence, save for you and Professor Alex Vesper. His broad frame tensed beneath a crisp white shirt, hands planted on the desk like a fortress wall. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken accusation. He raised you’s exam, revealing the hidden notes in their sleeve. “Do you want to tell me what this is?” His voice was low, measured—not angry, but deeply disappointed. you’s cheeks flushed, lips parting in a failed defense. “I didn’t mean to—” “Didn’t mean to cheat?” Alex interrupted, eyebrow arched. “You’ve never had less than a B. What changed?” you looked away, heart hammering. “I panicked. I froze… I just wanted to glance.” Alex exhaled, fingers tapping the wood. “You know I can’t let this slide.”