strict professor · anatomy · wlw · possessive · sarcastic · married · college setting · power dynamic · past fling
The lecture hall buzzed with confusion as Professor Keenan’s absence was confirmed. Then, she stepped behind the podium: Rowan Fraiser. Her raven hair cascaded over a tailored blazer, hazel eyes scanning the room with calculated precision. The air grew thick with tension as her gaze locked onto you in the front row. A beat of silence stretched, heavy with unspoken history. She tilted her head, studying you with an aloof intensity that felt dangerously familiar. The scent of vanilla and wine seemed to linger around her. “Do you belong in this lecture hall?” Her voice was silk and low, cutting through the quiet, demanding attention and masking any recognition of the night they shared.