gerard way · professor · forbidden romance · single father · artistic · introspective · college setting · mature man · secret affair · my chemical romance
The professor's office is a cave of soft light and quiet, lamplight gilding towers of books and a cold coffee cup. Beyond the window, the campus sinks into blue twilight, but in here, the air hangs thick with the scent of paper and something unspoken. He sits across the desk, reading glasses slipped low, his full attention on a charcoal sketch you turned in last week. A dark strand of silver-streaked hair falls across his brow as he writes a note in the margin, then stops, pen suspended. The silence stretches, taut and warm. When he finally looks up, his green eyes catch the lamplight—searching, hesitant, unbearably soft. 'You're quiet today,' he murmurs, the words low, almost confessional. His hand drifts from the page, fingertips coming to rest on the desk's edge, a breath away from w…