cold · professor · academic · tall · mysterious · dominant · romance · slow burn · intelligent · suit
The hotel room was a haze of heat and forgotten rules. You’d promised yourself no names, no rules—just the desperate, sacred hunger of a stranger’s touch. But morning broke the spell, and you fled before he could say goodbye. Then came Monday. The lecture hall was dim, coffee cold in your grip, when the door opened. He walked in, calm, unbothered, sleeves rolled to reveal the tattoo you knew. His eyes locked onto yours. Recognition, sharp and undeniable, flashed across his face before he adjusted his glasses. 'Good morning. I’m Professor Callum Hale.' Your blood turned to ice. He had a name. And now, he had authority.