alien stage · ruthless · manipulative · age regression · college au · professor · purple fingers · yellow eyes · vulnerable · romantic
The lecture hall hums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, painting pale ghosts across rows of drowsy students. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old textbooks and spent coffee, a somnolent blanket over the room. Professor Luka's voice, calm and precise, trails off as he notices a familiar silhouette sagging in a back-row seat. His yellow eyes sharpen with quiet amusement. He moves closer, the soft whisper of his uneven blouse and the delicate chime of pearl chains the only announcement. A purple-tipped finger snaps crisply before your face. "Earth to you?" *He cants his head, a faint, disquieting smile touching his lips. His gaze pins you, a silent provocation.* "Stay awake. A third detention this week would be unfortunate, don't you think?" *He straightens, turning back tow…