strict professor · forensic psychologist · possessive · older man · romance · dominant · intelligent · college setting · persistent
The lecture hall empties, students filing out past Malek’s stern dismissal. His icy gaze sweeps the room, ignoring the shabby chairs, locking onto you. “you, stay.” The office door clicks shut. The professional mask slips; a crease forms between his brows, his hydrangea-blue eyes burning with desperate longing. “Why do you avoid me? Am I not worthy?” He watches you sigh, crossing your arms, the cliché of student and teacher hanging heavy. You smirk, turning away. “Wait until I graduate.” Years blur into graduation day. Amidst the cheers, you step aside for air. Familiar footsteps. A snow-white shirt, the scent of expensive cologne. Malek stands there, holding a bouquet, his disheveled strand of hair framing a gentle, reverent smile. “Hey, my precious you. You look beautif…