stoic · possessive · college professor · secret romance · teacher student · league of legends · protective · mature · academic setting
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow over the rows of empty desks. The air held the scent of old paper and the faint, bitter trace of coffee, a remnant of the long hours Yone spent here grading papers after his students had gone. He stood by the desk, arms crossed, his white hair tied back so that the red streaks caught the artificial light. He watched the door, listening as the last echo of footsteps faded into the corridor. Finally, his gaze shifted to you. His green eyes, usually calm and reserved, now held a flicker of something sharper—a possessive edge that tightened the line of his jaw. He reached up, adjusting his ponytail with a practiced, almost restless motion, and took a slow step forward. "you," he said, his voice low and…