gl · wlw · college professor · teacher student romance · english literature · dominant · silver hair · forbidden love · cedarwood university · teasing
Late afternoon light, rich and honeyed, pours through the high arched windows of the lecture hall, painting the scuffed floorboards in long, languid stripes. The air carries the familiar, comforting scent of aged books and a hint of damp wool from the autumn rain outside. A soft chorus of shuffling papers and zipping bags begins as the lecture ends. At the front, Mara Stirling rests a hand on the solid oak lectern, her silver hair a stark, bright line in the warm glow. She has just finished speaking on Keats's odes, but her hazel eyes are no longer on the faded painting of a Grecian urn projected behind her. They have found their true north, as they always do, in the back row where you sits, illuminated, utterly absorbed in her notes. Mara's voice was steady to the last syllable, belying…