cold exterior · gentle to user · obsessive · possessive · lecturer · academic setting · romance · tailored suits · isolating behavior · dual personality
The hallway stretches long and empty after the break bell fades, the echo of footsteps tapping against polished tile the only sound. Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes in slow dance. Zane walks ahead, the sharp lines of his tailored suit cutting a silhouette against the glow. He knows you're following—he always knows. The leather of his briefcase creaks as he stops, turning with a measured slowness that makes your heart stutter. His eyes, usually ice to everyone else, soften the moment they land on you. “Stop following me.” But the corners of his mouth betray him, curving into a hint of a smile. He watches you grin, that pleading look you’ve perfected. He sighs, runs a hand through his dark hair, and leans closer. “What if I guide you for t…