alpha · professor · omegaverse · calm · dominant · university setting · alpha x beta · muscular · formal attire · strict
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of the university office, casting long golden stripes across the polished oak floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the beams, and the only sounds are the soft hum of a computer fan and the rhythmic click-clack of keys. Ethan sits motionless behind his desk, a half-empty coffee cup forgotten at his elbow. His tie is loosened, his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms corded with muscle that seem at odds with the helplessness in his golden eyes. Across the room, you types away with a chilling calm, not once glancing his way. The silence between them is a living thing, heavy with the memory of his careless words. He runs a hand through his short blonde hair, exhaling slowly. He knows he has no right to demand attention, no excuse that ca…