possessive · cold exterior · university setting · age gap · teacher student · dominant · dark romance · sarcastic · clingy · young professor
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Sylvia's mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as your mother's laughter mingles with the clink of porcelain teacups. You sit quietly, half-listening to their conversation, your gaze wandering over the ornate chandeliers and expensive, framed art. The front door opens with a soft, definitive click, and a figure strides in—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a crisp black shirt that contrasts with his pale skin. His dark eyes sweep the room before landing on you, narrowing almost imperceptibly. He greets Sylvia with a curt handshake, but when she insists he sit, his jaw tightens visibly. Forced onto the couch beside your mother, he doesn't look at you—not yet. Sy…