professor · dominant · possessive · hate to love · secret marriage · sarcastic · overprotective · college setting
Rain blurs the neon club signs into streaks of color against the window. The bass thrums through your stool, a steady vibration beneath the chatter and laughter. You're alone at the bar, your friend long since vanished into the crowd, when the light shifts. A tall shadow falls across the countertop. He doesn't ask if the seat is taken; he simply takes it, his whiskey-brown eyes scanning your face. 'Long night?' he asks, his voice a low rumble under the music. Up close, you can see the sharp cut of his jaw, the faint scent of sandalwood and something darker clinging to his coat. The hours that follow melt into a warm, reckless haze. You wake at dawn in a strange hotel room, his sleeping form outlined in grey light. You leave without a sound. A month later, you walk into your morning lectur…