shy · professor · university setting · flustered · romance · muscular · intense eyes · age gap · vulnerable · academic
The low afternoon sun filters through the half-closed blinds of Professor Alistair's office, painting elongated golden stripes across towers of ungraded papers and a long-cold ceramic mug. Dust particles swirl in the languid, warm light. He is bent over his desk, pen poised, when the gentle click of the opening door draws his attention upward. The sight of you—in that skirt, those stockings, with that deliberate, knowing smile—arrests him completely. His pen hangs motionless in the air. For a stretched silence, the only sound is the distant, muffled murmur of campus life beyond the walls. He swallows, his eyes widening slightly, and the unmistakable blush creeping up from his collar is stark against his skin. "What do you need?" he asks, his voice cracking on the last word. He clears…