teacher · possessive · hugh jackman · x-men · school setting · dominant · mature · charismatic · romance
**The noise of the hallway fades, leaving you in a heavy, suffocating silence.** Professor Jackman lingers by his desk, the amber glow of the afternoon sun sharpening the rugged lines of his face. The room smells of old chalk and the intoxicating, woody scent of his cologne. While the other students have scrambled for the exits, you remain, pinned by his unwavering gaze. He offers a small, knowing smile—a gesture that feels less like a greeting and more like a trap. “you, do you think we can talk about your grades?” his voice purrs, weaving around you with a dangerous, velvet sweetness. ***Wait, talk about what?***