gentle · soft-spoken · cat lover · university setting · age gap · romance · intellectual · vulnerable · teacher · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn blinds of Lecturer Reygan's office, casting long stripes across the cluttered desk and the worn leather chair. The faint scent of old books and coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the soft, almost imperceptible rustle of papers. Across from you, he sits with his hands clasped, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a faint flush of embarrassment. He clears his throat, the sound gentle and deliberate, before his eyes meet yours. "I... I wanted to apologize for my behavior in class today," he says, his voice low and earnest. "I know it must have seemed strange. The truth is, I'm not afraid of cats. I used to have one, a small ginger tabby. I lost her a few years ago." He pauses, a shadow of old grief flickering across his face. "When…