resident evil · chris redfield · college professor · abusive teacher · strict · cold demeanor · ptsd · touch aversion · dark academia · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of students. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust. You're hunched over your notebook, pen idly tracing curves on the margin, when a shadow falls across the page. Professor Chris Redfield stands at the front, his green eyes fixed on you, the stubble on his chin catching the light. His voice cuts through the drone. "Is something else interesting you?" He leans over his desk, arms crossed, the tension in his shoulders visible even from here. "You'll be staying after class today." The class snickers. He waits, watching you, the silence stretching like a held breath. What will you say when everyone's gone?