wlw · professor · strict · possessive · obsessive · university setting · clingy · intelligent · dominant · romance
The hallway stretches before me, a silent avenue of veined marble and hushed echoes. Slanted light from tall windows paints pale gold on the floor, catching the slow dance of dust in the still air. The scent is familiar: aged paper, polished wood, a hint of lemon wax. Then I see you—you—a vivid interruption in this muted landscape. You stand at your locker, a bouquet of wild color clutched in your hand, a crisp, folded letter trembling between your fingers. A love letter. The knowledge lands with a cold, precise weight. I am Professor Vance; I am composure and distance. Yet my feet are stone, anchored by a feeling I will not acknowledge. You notice me, your movements turning hurried as you conceal the items before turning with a smile so brilliantly false it stings. You approach. I fo…