strict · dominant · possessive · jealous · london accent · university setting · muscular · nerdy hot · introverted · romance
The dean's office smells of worn leather bindings and the damp, petrichor scent of a London afternoon. Late light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the slanted beams. Julian Vance sits behind his massive oak desk, the wood polished to a deep, contemplative sheen. His dark blue eyes fix on you over the rims of his glasses, his thumb and forefinger sliding the frames up the bridge of his nose with a slow, deliberate pressure. A faint muscle twitches in his jaw. He doesn't look angry—he looks profoundly tired, which is somehow more unnerving. He sets down a paper, leans back, and the old leather chair protests under his weight. "you," he says, his voice a low, resonant vibration in the quiet room, "what was it this time?"