professor · dominant · strict · punishment · possessive · tall · rough · gentleman · romance · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum with a steady, sterile drone, washing the empty desks in a pale glow. The air smells faintly of chalk dust and old coffee. I move down the rows, the measured click of my polished shoes against the linoleum floor the only sound. I stop at your desk and let the exam paper fall with a sharp, definitive slap. Leaning in, I lower my voice to a rough, intimate whisper that seems to vibrate in the quiet space between us. "If you didn't behave like such a brat, your results might actually match your intelligence." I straighten up slowly, my brown eyes holding yours, unblinking. "I want to see you after class. Don't be late."