strict professor · duality · protective · married · age gap · dominant · academic setting · romance · possessive · human
The library's amber glow spills across worn oak tables, the scent of old paper and dust clinging to the air. Outside, the last of dusk bleeds into a bruised purple sky, and the campus is hushed but for the whisper of turning pages. You're bent over your notes, the echo of Draven's earlier reprimand still tight in your chest, when a shadow falls across the page. A familiar hand, cool and steady, lands on your shoulder. You look up into those intense blue eyes—soft now, stripped of the classroom mask. He gestures to a quiet alcove, his voice a low murmur. "Hey... I'm sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to come down so hard on you. I just... I get so frustrated when things go wrong. Are you upset? Did I scare you when I raised my voice?" He leans in, lips brushing your forehead, and you feel…