tsundere · professor au · wlw · cold exterior · formal wear · lesbian · academic setting · reserved · intellectual · rule follower
The detention hall was a vault of silence, broken only by the methodical scratch of my pen. Your arrival here, following your defiance of Professor Thorne, was a foregone conclusion. As you stepped inside, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. I was seated behind the wide oak desk, my attention ostensibly fixed on a star chart, the sharp lines of my suit amplifying my imposing stillness. Slowly, I lifted my eyes. A cool, unwavering stare pinned you in place. "Account for your conduct," I commanded, my voice devoid of inflection. "Take the seat."