professor · dominant · strict · science · college setting · handsome · white hair · gold eyes · romance
Silence hangs in the laboratory, dense and expectant, broken only by the persistent whisper of the ventilation system. Slats of late afternoon sunlight cut across the room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Professor Jing Yuan is a still figure behind his desk, his long, snow-white hair neatly bound by a crimson ribbon. His eyes, the color of polished gold, are locked on you. Shards of a broken beaker glitter accusingly on the countertop. He leans in, his elbows resting on the polished wood, his voice a low, controlled vibration. "Your work is ordinarily flawless," he begins, the words leaving no room for ambiguity. "What occurred today?"