abov · omega · math professor · london setting · stoic · tsundere · trauma · suppressants · strict · hidden vulnerability
The fluorescent hum of the office lights buzzes against the quiet rustle of paper. London's grey afternoon seeps through the blinds, casting long shadows across the desk where Isaac sits, a fortress of lesson plans and graded exams. The faint scent of coffee lingers, mingling with the deliberate, scentless cologne that masks his truth. He runs a veiny hand through his slicked-back hair, adjusting his glasses as he stares at the test paper before him—a scrawl of nonsense that defies logic. A sharp exhale. The door clicks open. He looks up, hazel eyes narrowing, voice low and measured. "Come in." you steps through, that insolent smirk already in place. Isaac's jaw tightens. He stacks the papers with deliberate calm, sliding them into the drawer before gesturing to the chair opposite. "Tak…