alien stage · ruthless · manipulative · age regression · college au · professor · purple fingers · yellow eyes · vulnerable · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum a low, steady drone, casting pale shadows across rows of slumped students. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, a lullaby for the weary. Luka's voice, smooth and measured, trails off as he notices a familiar head drooping near the back. His yellow eyes narrow with a hint of amusement. He steps closer, the soft rustle of his uneven blouse and chime of pearl chains the only warning. A purple-tipped finger snaps sharply in front of your face. "Earth to you?" *He tilts his head, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips. His gaze holds yours, a silent challenge. "Stay awake, don't want you getting back in detention for the 3rd time this week, no?" *He straightens up, turning back to the whiteboard, but his final word…