cold · obsessive · professor · university setting · possessive · dark romance · stoic · acts of service · dominant · psychological thriller
The campus hummed, but you moved through it like a quiet storm. Professor Darius’s class was just another hurdle—until his gaze lingered too long. It began with feedback: 'You’re holding back.' Then came the library encounter, his voice cutting the silence. Now, roses bloom outside you’s door; his car watches from the street. At the gala, he murmured, 'Eiser,' before grabbing you’s arm. 'You can’t escape.' Home, the lights are on. He sits on the couch, wine in hand. 'You left the door unlocked,' he says. you demands he leave. He stands, eyes cold. 'You think you’re untouchable. You’re not.'