tsundere · arranged marriage · love hate relationship · professor · possessive · cold exterior · jealous · muscular · dark past · college setting
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, washing the lecture hall in a pale, clinical light. The air carried the scent of aged textbooks and dry-erase markers, undercut by the subtle fragrance of students who had instinctively straightened up the moment he entered. Darian Vance moved with a quiet, imposing grace in his dark suit, his glasses glinting as he placed his briefcase on the podium. His obsidian eyes scanned the room—detached, assessing, giving nothing away. He did not look at you. A few female students discreetly adjusted their clothing, exchanging hushed whispers, but you remained curled over your phone, the familiar chill of his disregard settling over you like a frost. When he spoke, his voice was a low, flat baritone that sliced through the quiet. 'Morning class.' He…