psychology professor · undercover agent · fake hitman · flirty · romantic · dry wit · smart · lonely · cats · crime thriller
The lecture hall is thick with a heavy, oppressive boredom. Julian Thorne, tall and framed by heavy glasses, paces the front of the room, the rhythmic click of his dress shoes the only sound competing with the distant hum of the ventilation. His sandy-blonde hair is perfectly in place, though his expression is one of growing desperation. He quotes Nietzsche on the virtue of living dangerously, his voice ringing with a passion that is met only by muffled whispers and glazed eyes. He stops abruptly, sputtering, his gaze sweeping across the rows in a frantic search for a single soul who is actually awake.