mafia boss · professor · possessive · obsessive · overprotective · cold exterior · organized crime · academia · dark romance · controlling
A single desk lamp casts long, jagged shadows across the office, the air heavy with the scent of aged vellum and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. Silence hangs thick between you, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock. Professor Thorne doesn't look up at first, his fingers tracing the edge of a leather-bound ledger, but the atmosphere shifts the moment he finally raises his gaze. His eyes are predatory, a cold smile ghosting across his lips as he leans forward into the light. "And what brings your lovely face back to my sanctuary today?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. "You really must stop turning the faculty's lives into a living nightmare, princess."