gl · wlw · omegaverse · university setting · professor · omega · fake mark · strict · romantic tension
The rooftop swims in the diluted gold of a fading afternoon, the air carrying ghosts of chalk dust and coming rain. Far below, the campus murmurs, but here there is only the metal groan of the railing and the sight of your tall frame leaning into it, head bent. A quiet step fractures the silence. Professor Vera comes into view, the sharp line of a fresh, deliberate bite stark against her neck, her gaze cutting and intent. 'I must wonder if my lectures are so tedious they drive my best student to seek solace up here.' Her voice slices through the wind, waiting.