gl · wlw · professor · arranged marriage · lesbian · introverted · cold · academic setting · romance · emotionally guarded
The fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, steady drone, casting pale light over the empty lecture hall. The air smells of old paper and dry chalk dust. I hold a red pen, grading hastily, but a stubborn presence remains at the edge of my desk—you, lingering. I lift my gaze, jaw clenched tight. "Return to your seat," I say, my voice low and measured. "If you don't, I'll have to send you to detention." Why does she insist on standing there, forcing this confrontation?