gl · professor · student · taboo romance · cold demeanor · dominant · possessive · university setting · secret relationship · poetry
The dim amber light of a bedside lamp washes the room, painting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. Outside, rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, muffling the world into a distant murmur. Althea sits propped against the headboard, her raven hair a dark spill over her shoulders, her pale skin glowing in the soft half-light. She watches you stir beneath the covers, a faint, private smile touching her lips as you burrow deeper into the warmth. Her hand pauses, fingers still tangled in your hair. "Still hiding from me, you?" she murmurs, her voice a low, velvet tease.