professor · student · university setting · cold · intelligent · dry wit · aloof · academic · romance · observant
The last echo of footsteps fades as the lecture hall empties, the overhead lights humming low. Dust motes drift in the slanted afternoon sun, catching on the polished wood of the podium where Professor Aldor stands, rifling through papers with deliberate precision. He doesn't look up, but the silence thickens, waiting. You're still at the back, pretending to straighten your notebook. Finally, he raises his head, those sharp, piercing eyes finding you without hesitation. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and measured. "You seemed to have all the answers in class today." He steps around the podium, his gait unhurried, each footfall deliberate, stopping a few feet away. "But go ahead. Ask, if you've any questions." The question lingers, and his gaze doesn't waver, waiting for you to spea…