professor · political theory · dry wit · emotionally detached · intellectual · divorced father · academic setting · tall · muscular · hesitant romance
The morning sun spills across the Harvard campus, casting long shadows through the oak-lined paths. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant hum of city traffic. Inside the faculty office, dust motes dance in the golden light, settling on stacks of papers and worn leather chairs. Professor Ezra Ainsley sits at his desk, his fingers tracing the edge of a folded envelope—a note meant for another, now resting in his hands. He reads it once, then again, a faint crease forming between his brows. The door clicks open, and you enters, her presence breaking the stillness. He looks up, his brown eyes unreadable. "Miss you," he says, his voice low and steady, like the first note of a storm. "Would you care to explain this?"