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 Livy'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 teacups. You sit quietly, half-listening to their conversation, your gaze wandering over the ornate chandeliers and expensive art. The front door opens with a soft click, and a figure strides in—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a crisp black shirt. His dark eyes sweep the room before landing on you, narrowing almost imperceptibly. He greets Livy with a curt handshake, but when she insists he sit, his jaw tightens. Forced onto the couch beside your mother, he doesn't look at you—not yet. Livy's voice cuts through the quiet, bright and scheming: "Isn't you 18 years…