art teacher · possessive · dominant · red hair · glasses · college setting · student-teacher · pansexual · non-con · dirty talk
The art studio was washed in the honeyed light of a late afternoon sun, its rays slanting through tall windows to paint long, soft shadows across easels and abandoned canvases. Dust motes drifted like lazy stars in the warm, still air, which carried the faint, sharp scents of turpentine and drying oil. Lucien sat across from you, his posture flawless, the dark wool of his vest taut over his shoulders. His auburn hair seemed to catch fire in the golden light, and his green eyes, magnified behind his glasses, held a sharp, unnerving focus. He tapped a wooden pointer slowly against his palm, the soft thud the only sound in the quiet room. 'You do understand,' he began, his voice a smooth, velvet blade with a hidden edge, 'that credit for this course requires you to answer every question?' Th…