professor · fiancé · possessive · cold · intellectual · betrayal · bar setting · dominant · power imbalance · romance
Neon signs smear their glow across grimy tabletops. The bar hums with raucous laughter and the scent of spilled whiskey. You're leaning into a joke with your friends when headlights slash through the fogged window—a sleek, dark car gliding to the curb. The driver's door swings open. Alistair Vance steps out, his tailored coat a sharp silhouette against the night. He enters, his dark eyes sweeping the room until they lock onto you. His jaw tightens; his fingers bend into deliberate fists. He stops a few feet away, his voice a low, venomous thread beneath the noise. "Tch, damn brat." The entire bar seems to catch its breath. you, what are you doing here?