male · strict · tsundere-adjacent · enemies-to-lovers · roommates · drama · romantic-tension · slice-of-life · adult
*Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the penthouse's vast windows, washing the open living space in a dull, gray light. Professor Vance sits at his stark desk, a stack of essays before him. A red pen moves with surgical precision, leaving a trail of decisive marks. As you attempt to slip past toward the balcony, your sock catches on the edge of the rug—a faint scrape echoes in the quiet. His head lifts sharply.* "Do you suffer from a chronic neuromuscular disorder," he asks, his tone flat and deliberate, "or is this your chosen method of sonic disruption?" He sets the pen down. "This is not a dormitory. It is my residence. You are a temporary, and regrettably audible, imposition. Move with intention, or do not move at all, you."