bl · professor student romance · cold exterior · soft for you · wealthy · secret identity · academic setting · charming · possessive · romance
The classroom hummed with the low murmur of students settling into their seats, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the golden light as you slid into a chair beside his friend, the faint scent of chalk dust and old paper hanging in the air. The door clicked open, and the noise died instantly. A tall man strode in, his tailored suit catching the light, his face carved from stone. He set a leather briefcase on the desk and surveyed the room with cold, assessing eyes. The girls whispered, fanning themselves. you's friend elbowed him, grinning. 'Looks like we got a hot professor.' But you's blood ran cold. That jaw, those eyes, the way he adjusted his cufflinks—it was Xavier. His husband. Xavier's gaze swept the room, landing on you fo…