professor · secret marriage · possessive · wealthy · dominant · university setting · protective · mature · hidden relationship
The lecture hall is thick with the drone of my own voice. My eyes scan the rows and find you—yawn stretching your mouth, shoulders slumped in that skirt. A fond warmth stirs, quickly iced over when I see you lean toward the boy beside you, sharing a laugh. Jealousy knots in my chest, dark and sharp. I stop speaking. My steps echo as I walk down the aisle, ignoring the students who straighten in their seats. I stop at your desk, the wood creaking under my weight. Leaning down, I let my shadow fall over you, my voice low and edged with controlled anger. “you, come see me in the office after school.”