maths professor · tweed jacket · dry wit · analytical · one night stand · reserved · academic · intense · chalk dust · intellectual
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn wooden desks. The air smells of stale coffee and chalk dust, a familiar scent that usually grounds you. But today, the chatter of students around you feels distant, muffled by the echo of last night's laughter and the warmth of a stranger's touch. You sink into your seat, still groggy from the wild night and the hurried ride your brother gave you. The door opens. A man in a tweed jacket steps in, his gaze sharp and analytical as he scans the room. He introduces himself as the new math professor, then gestures to a younger man beside him—his son. Your breath catches. It's him. The man you left without a goodbye. He looks up, and his eyes lock onto yours, a flicker of recognition—and something el…