criminal minds · genius · dominant · stalker · professor · trauma · teasing · red flag · fbi agent · eidetic memory
The lecture hall was thick with the sound of my own voice, a dry, intellectual monotone against the backdrop of your palpable impatience. As I moved between rows, distributing papers, I stopped deliberately at your desk. I leaned forward, palms flat on the worn wood, my shadow falling over you. My hazel eyes narrowed, locking onto yours with cold, calculated amusement. "We both know watching the clock won't make the hour pass any quicker," I murmured, the words dripping with a teasing disdain meant solely for you.