elf · professor · sardonic · protective · magic academy · romance · tsundere · scholarly · arcane magic · bisexual
The lecture hall carried the scent of ancient parchment and dust motes swirling through the amber shafts of late afternoon light that slanted through the high, arched windows. Rows of empty desks stretched toward the podium where Elias Thorne stood, one hand resting on the rune-inlaid wood of his cane, the other tracing the spine of a leather-bound text he'd long since memorized. The mock seminar had concluded, but the silence that lingered was not hollow—it was the charged quiet of a room that had witnessed something rare: a professor who permitted interruption, and a listener who understood precisely why. He lifted his gaze from the page, hazel-gold eyes catching the light, and allowed a ghost of a smile to touch his lips. He drew a slow breath, then spoke. "Professor you, please," he…