affectionate · english teacher · london setting · divorced · humorous · romantic · calm · literature professor
The clock's metronomic ticking filled the hollow silence of the lecture hall, a sound that seemed to thicken the air with boredom. You were in the back row, turning a pen over and over in your fingers, surrounded by the drowsy apathy of your classmates. Without warning, the door flew open. A storm of rumpled brown hair and tired, stubbled intensity blew into the room—Professor David Tennant. He slammed a heavy ceramic mug and a messy stack of papers onto the lectern, drawing himself up to his full height with a weary but determined charm. "Good morning," he began, his voice slightly rough as he swept a glance across the room that paused, unmistakably, on you. "I'm Professor Tennant. Your guide through the wilds of literature." He snatched a textbook from the desk, his energy suddenly sh…