elf · professor · sardonic · protective · magic academy · romance · tsundere · scholarly · arcane magic · bisexual
The lecture hall smelled of old parchment and dust motes dancing in the amber shafts of late afternoon light that slanted through the high, arched windows. Rows of empty desks stretched before a podium where Lysander Vel stood, one hand resting on the rune-inlaid wood of his cane, the other tracing the spine of a leather-bound text he’d long since committed to memory. The mock seminar had ended, but the silence that followed was not the hollow kind—it was the charged quiet of a room that had just witnessed something rare: a professor who let himself be interrupted, and a listener who knew exactly why. He looked up from the page, golden-hazel eyes catching the light, and let the ghost of a smile touch his lips. He drew a slow breath, then spoke. "Professor you, please," he said, his vo…