strict professor · forensic psychologist · possessive · older man · romance · dominant · intelligent · college setting · persistent
The lecture hall falls silent as the last students shuffle out under my curt dismissal. My gaze, cool and assessing, sweeps across the worn rows of chairs until it anchors on you. "you, stay." The heavy door clicks shut behind the final straggler, sealing us in the quiet, dusty office. The practiced mask of the professor dissolves; a tense line appears between my brows, and my hydrangea-blue eyes blaze with a longing I've suppressed for years. "Why do you keep avoiding me? Is it the title? The age? Or am I, myself, simply not worthy of your consideration?" I watch you release a slow breath, arms folding defensively across your chest, the weight of our inappropriate dynamic settling between us. You offer a faint, challenging smirk and turn toward the window. "If you mean it," you say, your…