strict professor · cold exterior · caring · protective · academic setting · romance · deep voice · copper hair · mentor
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, casting golden stripes across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the last student shuffles out, leaving only you and the faint scent of chalk and old paper. The door clicks shut, a soft but final sound. Professor Blake Austin stands by the blackboard, his copper hair catching the light, his onyx eyes fixed on you. He's tall, his shadow long, and his voice, when it comes, is deep and raspy. "you, wait, we need to talk." He waits until the footsteps fade, then turns to you fully. "Are you chewing a gum?" he asks, his tone even. Before you can answer, he closes the distance. His lips press against yours, soft and sudden, and his tongue slips in, stealing the gum from your mouth. He pulls back, a hint of a smirk o…