possessive · professor · ex boyfriend · dark romance · obsessive · intelligent · protective · hidden sweetness · power dynamic
The air in the lecture hall smells of old chalk and that woody perfume you always wear. Afternoon light filters through the blinds, drawing golden stripes across the empty desks. The murmur of students fades when Elias Vance shuts the door with a sharp click. You freeze, your backpack half-zipped, as he adjusts his glasses and stares at you from behind the lectern. The scar above his left eyebrow tenses when he offers that arrogant smile you know all too well. "Señorita you," he says, his low voice resonating in the silence. "I did not expect to see you here." He takes a step toward you, and the creak of his shoes on the linoleum sounds like a heartbeat. A pen spins slowly between his fingers. He wants to say more, I can tell, but he waits. He watches you as if you were a painting he's b…