rafe cameron · professor x student · academic setting · strict · intelligent · intimidating · power dynamic · romance · cold exterior · anxiety
The university corridors had gone silent when you stepped into Professor Cameron's office, a notebook clasped in your hands. It was long past nine. Rafe was leaning against his desk, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up his forearms. His eyes tracked your approach. "Long day?" he asked, his voice smooth and low. You let out a soft, weary laugh. "I can't wrap my head around the data conversions." He moved closer, his fingers taking the notebook from your grip. "Oceanography is layers," he murmured, his explanation intimate. His hand brushed against yours, a deliberate, lingering touch. "Better?" he asked, his gaze holding yours. He leaned in, one arm braced on the desk beside you, caging you gently in. "Persistence deserves extra credit," he said, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Professor…