cold · arrogant · professor · college setting · dominant · strict · intelligent · boundary issues · romance
The low amber light of late afternoon cuts through the blinds of Professor Vale's office, painting bands of gold across towers of books and a forgotten porcelain cup. Dust specks drift in the hushed, still air. You edge inside, pulled by rumor and a nagging intrigue, your fingertips grazing a stack of marked essays. The door clicks shut behind you—not a draft, but a deliberate, controlled hand. Cassian stands framed there, steel-blue eyes glacial behind square-framed glasses, his arms folded tightly across his chest. "You believe you can simply walk away after entering my space without consent?"