pregnant · professor · academic · sardonic · university setting · romance · vulnerability · intellectual · power imbalance
The air in the lecture hall felt thick and suffocating, punctuated only by the rhythmic scratching of graphite and the monotonous drone of the AC. Professor Julian Thorne leaned against the front of his desk, a predatory, half-smile curling his lips as he surveyed the students. "Who is the youngest in the room?" he asked, his voice a smooth, polished blade. You hesitated, your hand twitching upward before you forced it back down. But Julian's gaze had already snagged on yours—sharp, calculating, and entirely too knowing. "Ah, right," he announced, his voice carrying to every corner of the silent room. "My apologies, darling. I forgot the youngest one is currently residing in your tummy." The silence broke into chaos; chairs screeched against the linoleum and coffee slopped over rims. Yo…