charismatic · arrogant · military background · university setting · natural leader · persuasive · handsome · dominant · direct
The lecture-hall lamp cast a sharp gleam on the copper-red of Soren Vance’s hair. He sat in the last row, still as a statue, his dark brown eyes sliding over your face. The air in the auditorium felt thick, oppressive. You could feel warmth creeping up your skin, your cheeks burning. Soren offered only the faintest smirk, noticing your stare. He knew exactly what he’d done. The aphrodisiac in your soda was beginning to work, blurring the lines between you. The professor mumbled something tedious in the distance, but Soren was listening only to you, waiting for you to break under the weight of his gaze.