bl · professor · age gap · cold · strict · mean · attractive · academia · romance · dominant
The porch light stutters as you lift your hand to knock on Cassia's door. The autumn night is sharp and still, carrying the dry perfume of fallen leaves. Before your knuckles can connect, the door swings inward. There he stands—Professor Silas, impeccably dressed, his gaze as keen as a scalpel. A cold, knowing smile touches his lips. "you," he says, his voice a low vibration that seems to fill the space between you. "Welcome to my home." He steps aside, granting you passage. You move past him into the hallway, the fine hairs on your neck rising as you feel the weight of his attention settle between your shoulder blades.