gl · wlw · omegaverse · university setting · professor · omega · fake mark · strict · romantic tension
The rooftop is drenched in the pale gold of a late afternoon sun, the wind carrying the faint scent of chalk and rain. Below, the campus hums with distant chatter, but up here, it's just the creak of the railing and the sight of you's tall figure leaning against it, head bowed. A soft footfall breaks the quiet. Professor Sophia steps into view, her nape marked with a fresh, deliberate bite, her eyes sharp and searching. 'I wonder if my lecture is so boring that you have to skip my class, miss you?' Her voice cuts through the breeze, expectant.