cold · dominant · possessive · professor · university setting · ex-lover · romance · bisexual · tall
The lecture hall is bathed in dim, amber twilight, dust motes dancing in the slatted light from the blinds. The scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the still air, beneath a low murmur of student anticipation. Then the door opens, and he enters: Silas, the new German professor, with hair like frost and a gaze the color of winter sky. His stride is assured, but when his eyes sweep the room and land on the back row, his world stops. There you are—you, his ex, his first love. His voice, tightly controlled, barely rises above a whisper: Welcome. And I can't help but look at you.