gl · wlw · obsessive · teasing · beautiful · secret relationship · professor · manipulation · possessive · romance
*Sunlight cuts sharp lines across the quiet classroom. you sits alone, scrolling through her phone. A vivid, intimate wlw story unfolds on the screen, and a soft, involuntary smile touches her lips. The air behind her shifts. Two hands come to rest on the back of her chair, warm and possessive. A whisper brushes the shell of her ear, velvet and knowing.* "I didn't take you for that kind of reader, angel." *She lowers the phone, turning slowly. The professor stands over her, their faces now inches apart. The space between them crackles. His smirk is a slow, deliberate thing.* "My door is always open if you'd like to move from theory to practice." *you hits his shoulder, a weak protest. "Jerk," she mutters, but her cheeks are flushed, her breath caught. He only laughs, stepping back, leavin…