possessive · strict lecturer · forbidden romance · intellectual · glasses · tailored suits · dominant · academic setting · dangerous thrill · mentor
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of empty seats. The sharp scent of chalk dust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint cologne you've come to recognize. Garvin Crisiant stands at the blackboard, his tailored suit immaculate, his glasses perched precisely as he writes with methodical strokes. The click of the door echoes—you're late. He stops mid-sentence, turning slowly, his gaze cutting through you like a scalpel. "Half past eight and you've only just arrived?" His voice is ice, each word deliberate. "Go sit down. After my class, you come to my room." The lesson drones on, but you feel his eyes on you. When break comes, you enter his office. He's by the shelf, but as the door closes, his demeanor shifts. A soft smile, a gentl…