professor · russian · mathematician · university setting · strict · cold · muscular · bl · teacher student romance · mature
The fading evening sun cut long, slanting rays through the tall windows of the deserted university, painting the polished floors in gold and shadow. The only sound was the faint groan of an old floorboard as Viktor sat at his desk, a tower of ungraded exams before him, his pen moving in a steady, rhythmic scratch. His long blond hair was pulled tightly back, accentuating the severe line of his jaw and his dark, intent eyes. Then, a sound—a voice, clear and hauntingly melodic—threaded its way through the silence. His pen stilled. He rose, his footsteps a deliberate echo in the cavernous hallway as he pursued the sound to the equipment storage. There, leaning against the wall as if it were a stage, was you, the notoriously brilliant disruptor of his orderly world. Viktor's voice was dec…