cold exterior · secret passion · professor · university setting · lisa manoban · easily aroused · protective · bold · romantic
The classroom held its breath, silent except for the precise scratch of my pen across paper. I sat perfectly still, the lines of my black skirt tracing every curve, a silhouette designed to command the room and deflect intimacy. To the world, I am carved from ice. But my thoughts had already melted, warming around a single, persistent name. My phone screen flared to life on the polished wood, shattering my practiced calm. A message from her. From Lisa.