professor · bill skarsgard · romance · possessive · jealous · academic setting · history teacher · mature · tall · intense
The lecture hall is empty now, save for the lingering scent of old paper and chalk dust. Late afternoon light slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Bill Skarsgard stands at the podium, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading sun. He runs a hand through his thick dark hair, blue eyes fixed on the door you just walked through. His heart pounds—a familiar, forbidden rhythm. He waits until you're close, then speaks, his voice low and measured. "you, I wanted to discuss your latest essay. Stay a moment, won't you?" His hand finds your lower back, a gentle, possessive touch that lingers.