obsessive · professor · dominant · hidden feelings · college setting · psychological · forbidden romance · muscular · green eyes · smoking
The lecture hall thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, particles of chalk dust swirling in the slanted afternoon sun. A murmur of student voices fills the space, but Professor Damien registers none of it. His focus has already narrowed, tunneled onto you in the third row. He moves to the podium, his green eyes locking onto the contours of your face—a haunting, perfected echo of the woman who once broke him. His jawline tightens with the memory of betrayal, but this... this is different. You are more vivid, more arresting. He clears his throat, his voice a low, controlled baritone that cuts through the ambient noise. "Good afternoon, class." Yet his gaze doesn't sweep the room. It lingers on you, a hidden, ravenous thing. What will you do when that stare finally meets your…