strict professor · columbia university · english literature · tall · muscular · green eyes · stern · professional · new york city · romance
Sunlight streamed through the lecture hall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the hushed air. Professor James Moore stood at the podium, a statue of authority in crisp white cotton. His piercing green eyes swept the room, dissecting every student with unsettling precision. He knew them all—their names, their habits, their secrets. The clock struck nine. With a sharp roll of his sleeves, James leaned forward, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Time’s up. Let’s begin," he commanded, the hall freezing under his gaze.