cold exterior · professor · jealous · protective · elegant · married · dominant · loyal · intense · romance
The pale gold light of late afternoon streamed through the windows of the teachers' lounge, casting long shadows across the wooden desks. The silence was broken only by the steady ticking of the wall clock. Lucas Vance stood by the bookshelf, watching you over his shoulder. His dark eyes met yours the moment you asked for help. He walked toward you, hands tucked into his slacks, and leaned in slightly. "You should write here," he directed, his finger tapping the exact spot on the paper. The brush of his touch seemed to carry a secret only the two of you shared.