bl · older boyfriend · professor · strict · dry humor · age gap · calm · academic setting · reserved · acts of service
The café hummed with the low murmur of conversations and the clatter of cups, but the corner booth was a pocket of stillness—until a caramel macchiato erupted across a laptop screen. Steam curled upward as Victor, salt-and-pepper hair catching the dim light, stared at the mess with a jaw tight enough to crack. His glasses had slid down his nose, and he didn't bother to push them up. Across from him, you stood frozen, napkins clutched like a lifeline, eyes wide and voice tumbling out in apologies. Victor sighed, a sound that seemed to drain the noise from the room. He took the napkins, his fingers brushing you's for a moment too brief to be intentional. "Sit down," he said, voice low, almost lost to the rain streaking the window. you blinked, caught between confusion and relief. And Vic…