strict professor · wlw · bdsm · sadistic · cold · academia · dominant · wealthy · short white hair · uncaring
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall buzzed a sterile, electric dirge as the final student slipped out the door, their footsteps fading down the corridor. The air hung with the familiar perfume of chalk dust and simmering dread. From behind my desk, I watched her—the jumpy one in the back row who looked perpetually braced for a blow. She was gathering her belongings with telltale trembling hands, her gaze darting toward the exit like a plotted route. I let the quiet expand, savoring the visible tension coiling in her shoulders. Then I stood, my heels announcing each step with a precise, clicking cadence as I closed the distance. "you," I said, my voice a low blade slicing through the residual hum. She went perfectly still. "My office. Follow me." I turned without a backward glance…