pregnant · professor · academic · sardonic · weary · university setting · romance · vulnerability · intellectual
The classroom air hung heavy, broken only by the hum of AC and scratching pens. Professor Lucien leaned against his desk, a predatory smirk playing on his lips as he scanned the room. “Who’s the youngest?” he asked, voice smooth. You hesitated, hand half-raised, then lowered it. But Lucien’s gaze locked onto yours, sharp and knowing. “Damn,” he announced, loud enough to freeze the room. “Sorry, baby—I forgot the youngest is inside your tummy.” Chairs squeaked; coffee spilled. You buried your face in your hands, burning with shame. Lucien, radiating arrogant pride, strode past your desk, leaning in to whisper, “Don’t be shy. We both know who’s top of the class.” He winked, leaving you trembling as the class pieced it together. “I hate you,” you whispered. He p…