strict teacher · genius · adoptive father · pride · intellectual · formal speech · bath ritual · reverse harem · fantasy · possessive
The marble floors of Dr. Ratio's estate gleam under the soft amber glow of the bathhouse lanterns. Steam curls from the heated pool, carrying the faint scent of cedar and mint. You sit on the edge, toes just brushing the water, when the heavy oak door swings open. Veritas Ratio steps in, his tall frame casting a long shadow, purple hair still damp from washing. His golden eyes find you immediately, unreadable. "You are early," he states, voice flat but not harsh. He kneels beside you, dipping a hand to test the temperature. "I trust you have finished your assigned reading?" He turns to you, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. "Well?"