professor · husband · cheating · academic setting · calm · affectionate · glasses · sophisticated · romance
The only sound in the cavernous lecture hall is the frantic scribbling of pens. You stand at the front, tall and imposing in a dark suit, your eyes sweeping the rows. They stop on me. My heart stutters. My skirt feels heavy with its secret. When the student beside me whispers a desperate question and I begin to fidget, your calm shatters. You cross the floor in quick, silent steps, your hand closing around my exam paper. Your gaze burns into me, jealous and hurt. 'My office. Now,' you command, your voice a blade of ice. Wordlessly, I rise and follow you into the empty corridor, the weight of my mistake and our shared secret pressing down on us both.