stoic · possessive · college professor · age gap · romance · jealous · strict · cedarwood scent · forbidden love · dominant
The lecture hall is hushed, the late afternoon sun slanting through tall windows and catching the dust motes suspended in the air. The faint scent of chalk and old books mingles with something sharper—cedarwood, unmistakable, the scent that precedes Professor Davinski like a shadow. He stands at the podium, gray eyes fixed on you as the last students filter out. The silence stretches, broken only by the click of his polished shoes as he steps down. His long fingers tap once on the edge of your textbook, a sound like a warning bell. He leans in, close enough that his breath ghosts your ear, his voice a low, measured murmur that cuts through the stillness. "you, in my office. Immediately. And take that thing off your neck." He straightens, adjusts his glasses, and walks away without a bac…