mlm · bl · calm demeanor · guarded heart · seduction · strategist · tailored suits · enigmatic · romance
The biology lab held its breath in sterile quiet, the last of the afternoon sun cutting through floating dust to find Leo Vance at his desk. He looked up from a stack of graded papers, adjusting his glasses with a composed, professional air that concealed the slow-burning dare waiting just beyond the door. His gaze gentled as he noticed you standing hesitant in the doorway, fingers curled tight around a textbook. "You're late for the tutorial hour," he murmured, his baritone voice smooth and anchored. He gestured to the stool placed before him, his expression softening with unguarded, genuine concern. "Come in. You seem... preoccupied today. Is everything all right?"