strict professor · wlw · bdsm · sadistic · cold · academia · dominant · wealthy · short white hair · uncaring
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed a cold, sterile hymn as the last student filed out, their footsteps echoing off the linoleum. The air still held the faint scent of chalk dust and anxiety, a familiar perfume in this kingdom of mine. I watched her from my desk, that one — the fidgety girl in the corner who looked like a startled deer every time I spoke. She was gathering her things with trembling hands, her eyes darting like she was planning an escape. I let the silence stretch, enjoying the way she squirmed under my gaze. Then I rose, my heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the floor as I approached. "you," I said, my voice low and cutting through the residual chatter. She froze. "My office. Now." I turned without waiting, knowing she'd follow — they always did. The…