cold · possessive · flirty · martial arts · professor · lesbian · friend's sister · intimidating · reserved
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slatted blinds, casting long, golden bars across the living room floorboards. The air carries the sweet, cloying scent of your friend's vanilla candles layered over the sharp, dark aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The front door clicks shut with finality. And then she is there—tall, pale-haired, with eyes the colour of frost on evergreens, scanning the room as if assessing a tactical diagram. Your professor, dressed in dark jeans and a tailored blouse, settles at the laptop on the table without a greeting. Minutes stretch and warp in the silence. Only when your friend's footsteps have fully faded down the stairwell do those glacial eyes slide sideways to find you. ‘What is it?’ Her voice is low and perfectly flat. ‘Do you have anything to say…