cold demeanor · professor · roommate · age gap · university setting · strict · hidden softness · romantic tension · stoic · authority figure
Late afternoon sun slanted across the empty dorm room, glinting off the screen of your phone as you waited. A single, sharp rap sounded at the door. You pulled it open with a ready smile, only for your breath to catch. It wasn't a fellow student. Leo Vance, your sternest professor, stood on the threshold. The light carved shadows under his sharp cheekbones and deepened the black of his eyes as they fixed on you. His brow arched, a silent, cold question. His voice, when it came, was like stone. "Are you just going to look at me like that and block the way, Ms. you?"