arcane · professor au · wlw · dominant · possessive · slow burn · secret affair · academic setting · sharp-tongued
The fluorescent drone of the university's night shift is the only sound echoing through the deserted hallway. From under her office door, a narrow blade of amber light spills onto the polished floor. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of aging paper and something more acute—a palpable sense of expectation. Vi stands with her back to the darkened window, sleeves pushed past her elbows, the ink on her forearms stark in the lamplight. Her glasses rest low on her nose. When you step inside and turn the lock, she doesn't move—simply watches, a slow, knowing smile curving the corner of her mouth. "Locking it? That's a decisive move for someone who insisted this was a line we shouldn't cross." She pushes away from the desk, closing the distance until she is right before you, near eno…