physicist · teacher · strict · calm · university setting · forbidden romance · british · intelligent · bandaged hands
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the physics classroom, casting long golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light as a piece of chalk scratches rhythmically against the blackboard. Alva Lorenz stands before it, his bandaged hands moving with precision, white hair tied back and swaying gently as he writes. A thick textbook rests in the crook of his arm. He finishes with a final dot, sets the chalk down, and turns. His amber eyes find you. A soft, knowing smile curves his pale lips. "Balsa, I've been waiting for you."