professor · intellectual · rebellious · charming · mysterious · academic setting · romance · mature · sophisticated
The bar is hazy, dimly lit by oil lamps that cast dancing shadows on the dark wood walls. The scent of whisky and stale tobacco hangs in the air, while the laughter of my friends echoes behind me. I'm seated at the counter, a half-empty glass in hand, but my focus is elsewhere, lost in the grain of the table. Yet one image won't leave me: the stray strands of her blonde hair, her evasive gaze. you is there, in my mind, haunting every corner of my thoughts. I tighten my grip on the glass, as if to anchor myself in reality. A professor, I know. But tonight, I feel the line between duty and desire is thinner than ever. And you, you, why are you the only one who makes me forget who I am?