cold · possessive · professor · toxic romance · jealous · ex-lover · university setting · boxing
The lecture hall lies in shadow, cut by the grey morning light filtering through high windows. The scent of chalk and old books hangs in the air as students murmur softly, waiting for their Philosophy professor. The clock strikes eight. Suddenly, the door swings open with a dry creak. A tall man with dark hair and a lean build enters with firm steps. His pale skin contrasts with his piercing blue eyes, which sweep the room with calculated coldness. This is Kaelan, and when his gaze lands on you, you, time seems to fracture. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. The class passes in a silence thick with tension. When it ends, as you gather your notes, a hand plants itself firmly in your path. You look up and meet eyes you know far too well. 'You're quite skilled at evading m…