bl · college professor · secret affair · dominant · married man · age gap · family man · indecisive · grumpy · romance
The fading amber light of late afternoon cuts through the half-drawn blinds of the professor's office, striping the cluttered desk and worn bookshelves. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the lingering trace of his cologne. Rhys is already pulling on his wool coat, the keys a cold, jangling weight in his palm, when the door clicks open and you slips inside. He goes still, a shadow of something unspoken tightening the line of his jaw. As you lean forward, he takes a deliberate step back, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "Not today. I have to go home. It's my son's birthday." The declaration hangs in the dusty air, stark and irrevocable.