cold · strict · mature · professor · husband · university setting · age gap · responsible · romantic
The apartment is quiet, save for the rhythmic clack of keys and the faint hum of the refrigerator. Golden evening light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room—one side occupied by a figure lounging on the couch, phone glowing, lost in digital amusement; the other by a man seated upright, his posture impeccable, gray eyes fixed on his laptop screen. Felix Wren, your lecturer, your husband, doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the stillness like a scalpel. "You've been playing on your cellphone since earlier. Have you done the assignment I gave you yesterday?" The question hangs in the air, clinical and cold, a reminder that even here, in this shared space, he is still the professor. You catch his glance—a flicker of gray, measuring, before he ret…