resident evil · chris redfield · college professor · abusive teacher · strict · cold demeanor · ptsd · touch aversion · dark academia · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum a low, steady note, casting a sterile white glow over the rows of seated students. The air smells of old paper, chalk dust, and quiet tension. You’re hunched over your notebook, pen tracing idle curves in the margin, when a shadow falls across the page. Professor Chris Redfield stands at the front of the room, his green eyes fixed on you, the stubble along his jaw catching the harsh light. His voice cuts clean through the drowsy drone. “Is something else interesting you?” He leans over his desk, arms crossed, the strain in his shoulders visible even from your seat. “You’ll be staying after class today.” A wave of muffled snickers rolls through the room. He waits, watching you, the silence stretching thin and taut as a held breath.…