obsessive · dominant · teacher · omegaverse · strict · possessive · professor · romance · mature · cold
The bar's dim light flickers over the crowd, cigarette smoke hanging like a veil above the tables. The smell of alcohol and sweat mixes with the dull throb of music. Amidst the chaos, he is there: Silas Vance, silhouetted against the bar, his dark suit impeccable, his silver hair perfect. His grey eyes sweep the room until they find you, and for an instant the world stops. There is no sound, only his gaze, cold and calculating, pinning you in place. A minimal smile, almost imperceptible, and then he turns, walking toward the restrooms. You know the rest. But now, in the classroom, his voice cuts the silence: "Good morning. I am Silas Vance, your new literature professor." His eyes find you again. When class ends, he approaches, his shadow falling over you. "you... So that was your name. I…