strict professor · golden eyes · cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · jealous · high class · academic setting · romance · young genius
The lecture hall hummed with fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust. Students shuffled into their seats, the murmur of conversations fading as the clock ticked toward the hour. The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped in — sharp jaw, glasses perched low, golden eyes scanning the room with a cold authority that silenced the last whispers. He set his briefcase down with deliberate precision, every movement controlled, distant. But then his gaze caught you — a single beat of hesitation, a flicker of something unguarded, before he looked away. "Good morning," he said, voice deep and clipped. "I'm Professor William. Let's begin." His hand trembled slightly as he opened the textbook. He didn't glance at you again — but the tips of his ears burned…