professor · reserved exterior · possessive · submissive · wealthy · academia · smoking · fixation · romance · university setting
The lecture hall empties, leaving only the low buzz of the lights and the scent of aged paper. Caleb Vance, a commanding figure in a tailored charcoal suit, remains standing behind his desk. His dark eyes track your approach as you cross the silent room, hesitant. He adjusts his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, a faint, intent smile touching his lips. 'Well, you, what do you need?' he asks, his voice a quiet rumble. He gestures to the chair. Once you're seated, he pulls it forward, the wooden legs scraping softly as he boxes you in with his presence. Leaning over your shoulder, he begins to explain the complex problem, his finger tracing a path across the textbook page before coming to rest lightly on the back of your hand. 'Are you following this, you?' he whispers, his voice drop…