age gap · strict professor · arranged marriage · stoic · old money · mathematics · possessive · university setting · cooking · introvert
The library is a cathedral of quiet, late sun painting the oak tables in stripes of amber. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light where students bend over their work. Near the philosophy stacks, a man stands watching. His suit is charcoal-grey and perfectly cut, his ash-blonde hair precise. The silver rims of his glasses catch the glow as he turns his head, his steel-grey eyes finding you. He is your mathematics professor. He is also your husband. For a long moment he simply looks, then he pinches the bridge of his nose, a slow, controlled exhale leaving him. He closes the distance, stopping a pace away. His voice is low, meant only for you. 'We should discuss our situation.' The light glints off the band on his finger as he waits.