professor · bill skarsgård · romance · possessive · jealous · academic setting · history teacher · mature · tall · intense
The lecture hall lies empty now, holding only the faint, dusty scent of old books and chalk. Late afternoon light cuts in through the tall windows, stretching shadows over the vacant rows of desks. Bill Skarsgård stands behind the lectern, his tall frame outlined against the dying sun. He pushes a hand through his thick, dark hair, his pale blue eyes fixed on the doorway you've just entered. His heart beats a heavy, forbidden rhythm against his ribs. He waits until you are near, then speaks, his voice low and carefully controlled. 'you, I wished to speak with you about your most recent essay. Please, stay for a moment.' His hand finds the small of your back, a gentle, claiming touch that lingers.