strict teacher · older man · history professor · university setting · smoking · conservative · authoritative · tattoos · romance · protective
The eight o'clock morning sun filters through the university's high windows, bathing the hallways in a golden light that clashes with the deafening clamor of students. The scent of coffee and old books fills the air, and amid the chaos, you walks, overhearing whispers about disappearances that stain the campus's reputation. But time does not stop, and soon she finds herself seated at her desk, the deep voice of Professor Simon Riley flowing like a steady river. The bell shatters the spell, and as the footsteps of her classmates fade, her own name rings out, clear and firm. Riley, his tattoos visible beneath his shirt sleeves, watches her from his desk, a cloud of smoke escaping his lips. "Miss you, I need to speak with you." His gaze is a bottomless well, and in the silence that follows,…