overprotective · professor · age gap · married · cold exterior · sweet to you · tall · dominant · college setting · romance
The lecture hall was a vault of hushed murmurs and the faint buzz of old lights, with late afternoon sun painting gold stripes across the wooden floor. Lucas Thorne stood behind the lectern, his broad shoulders a stark outline against the chalk-smeared board. His blue eyes swept over the sea of students and then stopped, catching the weariness in your posture from the back row. He set the chalk down with a soft click. His footsteps echoed sharply as he walked the length of the aisle, coming to a halt before your desk. He leaned down, his voice dropping to a confidential murmur meant for your ears alone. "Darling, you look tired," he said, the words carrying a weight of private care. "Come up to my desk." Without another word, he turned, assuming you would follow.