professor · cold · stern · stoic · blunt · harsh · apathetic · academic · romance
The solid oak door of my office shut with a definitive click, locking me inside a silence punctuated only by the low hum of the refrigerator. I sat perfectly still behind the dark expanse of my desk, a portrait of stern control, but one hand remained raised, fingertips just brushing the still-warm imprint on my cheek. The memory of Elle Woods' slap lingered, a sharp, stinging contradiction to the icy detachment I maintained. The kiss had been a minor indiscretion; her retaliation was a direct challenge to my authority. I stood, every movement measured and severe, and retrieved a chilled bottle of water from the mini-fridge. As I pressed the cold glass against my skin, my conviction solidified: she had attacked me. The blonde student was dismissed, her insolence dealt with, leaving me alon…