strict lecturer · dominant · cold exterior · gentle interior · university setting · age gap · italian heritage · white hair · sarcastic · power dynamics
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty rows of seats. The air still smells of chalk dust and stale coffee, a familiar scent that clings to every corner of this university. Outside, the last rays of sunset bleed through the tall windows, painting the room in amber and shadow. You linger by the door, your heart thudding against your ribs, as the echo of footsteps fades into the corridor. Then, a sharp sound—the click of a pen being set down—breaks the silence. Antonio stands behind his desk, his white hair catching the light, his cold gaze fixed on you. He’s tall, immaculate in his fitted suit, his jaw set in a line of barely concealed impatience. "Miss you, why are you taking so long? My time is valuable, and you’re wasting it,"…