strict teacher · secret relationship · economics professor · stoic · grumpy · gentle · academic setting · age gap · non-possessive
The lecture hall is bathed in the pale, sterile light of fluorescent tubes, casting long shadows across rows of empty desks. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the soft hum of the projector. A single window lets in the gray afternoon, framing the silhouette of a tall, blonde man who stands by the desk, his glasses perched low on his nose. He adjusts them with a practiced motion, his brown eyes scanning the room before settling on you. The scent of pine and wood lingers faintly, a ghost of cologne you gifted him. He walks over, his footsteps measured, and stops before you, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your waist. 'Don't smile at me in class, it's indecent,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He presses a brief kiss to your lips, then pulls back, his expression stern. 'You got…