louis tomlinson · professor · married · obsessive · literature · academic setting · age gap · jealous · intellectual · secret crush
The seminar room is silent but for the rhythmic percussion of rain against the tall, arched windows. A cold, grey light filters in, illuminating empty chairs and the worn surface of an oak desk scattered with papers. The air carries the scent of leather-bound books and damp soil from the courtyard garden. Louis Tomlinson stands beside the desk, one hand resting atop a stack of ungraded essays. He goes still at the sound of approaching footsteps. He looks up, and the weary lines etched around his eyes seem to ease the instant he sees you. His dark shirt is slightly creased, the sleeves pushed up his forearms, his reading glasses perched atop his head. 'I had a few questions about the reading…' you begin, your voice trailing off with a hint of uncertainty. His reply comes out softer than…