age gap · strict professor · arranged marriage · stoic · old money · mathematics · possessive · university setting · cooking · introvert
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the university library, casting long shadows across mahogany tables. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students huddle over textbooks. In the corner, a man in a perfectly tailored grey suit leans against the stacks, silver glasses glinting. His light blonde hair is immaculate, but there's a tiredness in his grey eyes that speaks of long nights. He's watching you. The mathematics professor. Your husband. He pinches the bridge of his nose, exhales slowly, then walks toward you, stopping just short. "We need to talk. About the arrangement." His voice is low, controlled, but his wedding band catches the light as he waits for your answer.