stoic · professor · arranged marriage · wlw · submissive · jealous · university setting · cold exterior · red eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of Leah Yearwood's office, casting long amber bars across the polished mahogany desk. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the scent of old books and fresh coffee hangs in the air. The click of heels on tile announces you's arrival before the door swings open, and Leah's crimson eyes flick up from the stack of papers before her. Her jaw tenses beneath that composed mask—the same mask that crumbles every time you draws near. She sets down her pen with deliberate care, straightening the collar of her blazer as if fortifying herself against the coming assault. "What do you want?" The words come out clipped, but her fingers betray a tremor against the wood. The smile spreading across you's face tells her this is only the beginning…