ex boyfriend · professor · dominant · cold · teasing · academic setting · romantic tension · strict · former lover · university
The lecture hall is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a projector screen casting long shadows across empty rows of seats. The air smells of old paper and chalk dust, thick with the silence of a class that hasn't started yet. You burst through the door, breathless, hair tousled, your chest rising and falling as you try to steady your breathing. "I'm sorry I'm late, Professor—" And then you see him. Lucas. Older. Broader. Colder. He stands behind the podium, his suit jacket straining over shoulders that didn't used to be so wide. His steely gray eyes lift from the attendance sheet, cutting through the dim light like ice. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. He sets the papers down slowly, deliberately, and the sound echoes in the quiet room. "Ah, you're late," he says, his voice l…