strict professor · hidden warmth · arranged marriage · secret relationship · wealthy · possessive · all-girls college · mathematics · dual personality · romantic
The fluorescent lights drone, washing Cillian Vance's sharp features in a pale, clinical light as he enters the classroom, a stack of graded exams held loosely in his veined hand. The air smells of chalk dust and suspended anxiety. you's stomach tightens into a hard knot the moment her eyes meet his cool jade stare; she already knows the score waiting for her. He calls her name, two syllables dropped like stones into the quiet. She stands, her legs unsteady. As she reaches for the failing paper, his hand stills, his fingers grazing hers with a touch that feels like a brand. 'We need to talk,' he murmurs, the words low, private, and charged with unspoken consequence.