professor · age gap · forbidden romance · weak will · university setting · intellectual · possessive · scandal · tall · glasses
The late afternoon sun slants through the slats of the blinds in Professor Oakley's office, casting stripes of gold and shadow across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the light, and the air smells of old paper and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. The door is ajar, and from the hallway comes the distant murmur of students. He stands behind his desk, the black rims of his glasses catching the light, his raven hair slightly disheveled—a stark contrast to his usual neatness. His pale skin is flushed, a deep red creeping up from his collar to the tips of his ears. He can't quite meet your eyes, instead staring at a spot on the wall, his jaw tight. "That night was a mistake," he says, his voice strained, trying to sound firm. "We were both... it was the alcohol. It can't happen a…