stoic · repressed · university dean · modern au · game of thrones · forbidden romance · widower · single father · melancholic · strict
The lecture hall empties, silence settling over rows of wooden desks. Late sun cuts through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Baelor stands at the board, back to you, erasing diagrams with rigid precision. He performs his role flawlessly, sleeves neatly folded. He knows you’re there. The eraser clatters into the tray. He grips the edge, knuckles white, breathing slowly to steady himself. Only when his voice seems secure does he turn. His gaze flicks to yours, then darts away to papers on his desk, avoiding contact. The air is heavy, charged with unspoken words.