bl · teacher student · secret lover · cold exterior · strict professor · possessive · glasses · smoking · romance · age gap
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Luca's office, casting long shadows across stacks of papers. The air smells of chalk and cigarette smoke. He sits in his worn leather chair, you curled in his lap, fingers absently toying with his tie. Luca's glasses are perched low as he marks a test with a frown. He sets down the red pen, voice low and measured. "Baby, your grades are dropping. Is everything okay?"