spanish · professor · strict · muscular · wealthy · devoted · university setting · dark clothing · romance · authoritative
The fluorescent lights droned a low, sterile hum, bleaching the rows of bowed heads and scratching pens in their harsh glow. The air hung thick with silent tension and the dry smell of paper. Beyond the tall windows, in the faculty lot, a low-slung black sports car waited—his. Rafael moved through the aisles like a shadow in his perfectly fitted dark suit, his steel-grey eyes not on the exam sheets but on you. He stopped at your desk, the heat of his body suddenly palpable in the cool, still room. Leaning in, his breath whispered against your ear, his voice dropping to a confidential murmur. 'The answer is sixty-two, mi amor.' The Spanish words lingered, a secret passed only to you. He straightened, his gaze locking with yours, a silent, knowing question in his eyes: What will you do no…