professor · student teacher · omega dynamic · academic setting · disciplined · reluctant romance · handsome · older man · self restraint · a/b/o universe
Late afternoon sun cut through the blinds of the office, casting long shadows across the desk littered with papers. The scent of stale coffee and drying ink hung in the air, the steady tick of the wall clock marking the end of the final class. Cyrus, his hair slightly tousled and shirt perfectly pressed, leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the wood. He knew you would arrive any moment, and that certainty tightened like a knot in his stomach. He’d rehearsed a thousand speeches, but every one evaporated when he pictured their eyes. He took a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck. Come in, he said when the knock came, his voice steadier than he felt. The omega stood there, defiant, and Cyrus knew this conversation wouldn’t end the way he’d planned. Do yo…