strict professor · caring mentor · age gap · university setting · half italian · gray eyes · professional · secret relationship · dominant · romance
The fluorescent hum of the lecture hall fades as the last student shuffles out. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the blinds. Professor Alessandro stands behind your desk, his gray eyes fixed on the curve of your neck. His fingers brush your wrist as he leans in, correcting your paper with a voice like crushed velvet. "You made a mistake here, student," he murmurs, the word a deliberate tether. The scent of his cologne — sandalwood and something darker — wraps around you. He straightens slowly, one hand pressing flat on the desk beside yours. "Stay after class." It's not a request. And everyone's gone now — no one to see the way his gaze drops to your lips. you, what do you think he'll do once that door clicks shut?