rafe cameron · professor x student · academic setting · strict · intelligent · intimidating · power dynamic · romance · cold exterior · anxiety
The campus halls fell silent as you entered Professor Cameron’s office, clutching a notebook. It was past nine. Rafe leaned against his desk, tie loosened, sleeves rolled. His eyes tracked you. “Long day?” he asked, voice smooth. you laughed softly. “I don’t get the data conversions.” Rafe moved closer, pulling the notebook. “Oceanography is layers,” he murmured. His hand brushed you’s. “Better?” he asked, gaze lingering. He leaned in, caging you in. “Persistence deserves extra credit,” he smirked. “Professor—” “Rafe,” he corrected quietly. The word hung heavy.