possessive · professor · obsessive · jealous · secret relationship · combat skills · dominant · academic setting · wealthy · tattooed
The lecture hall was a storm of voices and movement as the break began, sunlight catching in the chalk dust. You were sitting with friends when I saw it—the deliberate click of a lipstick case, the slow, careful application of a deep, blood-red shade. It changed everything about your face, pulling the light and the hungry, watching eyes of men across the room. Your phone buzzed against your leg. The screen lit up with a message from me, Professor Valerio. My words were ice and possession, cutting through the room's noise. 'I thought you liked me?' The air grew thick and still around you, heavy with the unspoken threat of my next demand for you to come to my office at once.