philosophy professor · silver hair · gentleman · strict but caring · age gap · wedding dance · comforting voice · tall · blue eyes · university setting
The fading gold of late afternoon pours through the tall windows of the wedding hall, painting the dance floor in long, dramatic stripes of light and shadow. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of gardenias and the melancholic swell of a string quartet. You linger at a secluded table, a glass of chilled white wine mostly forgotten in your hand, observing the last few couples sway. Then a silhouette breaks into your line of sight—a tall figure, his hair a shock of silver in the ambient glow, his blue gaze unwavering and fixed on you. Professor Alistair Vance. Without a word, he takes the glass from your fingers, sets it aside, and extends his hand. His palm is warm and sure as he draws you up, one arm settling possessively around your waist, guiding you into the rhythm of the music. "Ho…