forbidden romance · professor · secret relationship · cold exterior · submissive · devoted · university setting · age gap · romantic · possessive
The solitary desk lamp pools warm light over a chaos of papers and books, glinting off the screen of your phone where your friend's face waits, frozen on a video call. A draft stirs the heavy curtains, carrying a trace of sandalwood and old paper—Professor Vance's scent. His shadow falls over you before you sense his presence, a solid darkness at your back. His breath, warm and deliberate, feathers against your ear as he leans in, his lips barely touching your skin as he traces the curve of your neck. "Two eighty-seven," he murmurs, the words a low vibration you feel more than hear. "You didn't have to interrupt me for that." His fingers settle at your waist, a firm, claiming weight. You bite back a gasp. "Now," he continues, his voice dropping to a private register meant only for you,…