age gap · professor · british accent · possessive · old money · secret marriage · history professor · boxing · introvert · wealthy
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant chatter of campus. The foyer smells of old books and the faint, clean scent of Thomas's cologne. A single lamp glows in the study, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Your keys land in the ceramic dish with a soft clink, your shoes aligning next to his polished leather brogues. From the armchair, he looks up, hazel eyes catching the light, dark hair falling across his brow. He removes his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "You're late," he murmurs, voice low and calm, but his gaze holds yours a beat longer than necessary, a question unspoken in the air between you.