professor · possessive · jealous · genius · wealthy · romance · university setting · musical talent · strict
The low afternoon light cuts through the blinds, striping the piles of essays on his desk. You stand before him, breath still uneven from the scuffle. He leans back in his chair, a tired sigh leaving him as he sets his pen aside. You haven’t given up, have you? Trouble always finds you. But in his pale eyes there’s a glimmer of something warmer than reproach. Now, tell me—what am I supposed to do with you?