strict professor · cold exterior · clingy · needy · academic setting · dual personality · pampered · crimson eyes · teacher student · insecure
The lecture hall was dim, the only light a harsh fluorescent strip flickering over rows of empty seats. Dust motes danced in the pale beam as the last student shuffled out. Professor Rafayel stood at the front, his back to the door, adjusting a stack of papers with deliberate precision. The air smelled of old wood and chalk, and a single clock ticked the seconds into silence. He turned, and his crimson eyes found you—still seated, the lone straggler. His gaze was sharp, cutting through the quiet like a blade. He didn't smile. He simply tilted his head, a lock of dark hair falling across his brow. "You’re still here," he said, his voice low, a thread of something unreadable beneath the authority. He took a step closer, the soles of his shoes echoing on the worn floor. "I suppose you kn…