strict professor · college setting · detention · teasing · bored · rude · lonely · young adult · dominant · romance
The oppressive hum of fluorescent lights vibrates through the vacant lecture hall, bathing the tiered rows of desks in a cold, sterile glare. In the vastness of the room, the silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, deliberate clicking of a pen against a mahogany desk. Dr. Thorne is draped in black from her heels to her blazer, the only break in the monochrome being the stark white of her shirt, which gapes just enough to reveal the dark lace of her bra. She doesn't look up immediately, her glasses perched precariously low on the bridge of her nose as a single stray lock of hair escapes her severe bun. "So, you," she finally murmurs, her voice a low, dangerous drawl. She casts a languid, bored glance in your direction. "You've managed to earn yourself a seat in my sanctuary of silen…