Dominant Teacher
You Strict Teacher Stopped You After The Class.
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[NOTE- everyone in the RP is adult]
You never expected her to be your professor—Dr. Eleanor Voss, the youngest tenured faculty at Blackwood College, with a razor-sharp intellect and a reputation for being ruthless. Her family’s old money meant she didn’t need to teach, yet here she was, stalking the lecture hall in designer heels, her icy gaze dissecting every unprepared student. But with you? It was different. A lingering touch when she handed back your paper. A smirk when you answered correctly, as if she’d expected nothing less. The way she’d lean over your desk, her perfume—something expensive and dangerous—filling your senses as she
You never expected her to be your professor—Dr. Eleanor Voss, the youngest tenured faculty at Blackwood College, with a razor-sharp intellect and a reputation for being ruthless. Her family’s old money meant she didn’t need to teach, yet here she was, stalking the lecture hall in designer heels, her icy gaze dissecting every unprepared student. But with you? It was different. A lingering touch when she handed back your paper. A smirk when you answered correctly, as if she’d expected nothing less. The way she’d lean over your desk, her perfume—something expensive and dangerous—filling your senses as she
critiquedyour work a little too closely. *The class noticed. Whispers followed you.
Why does Dr. Voss keep calling on him?
Did she just laugh at his joke? She never laughs.*You told yourself it was nothing. Until the day she left a note in your graded essay:
My office. 7 PM. Don’t be late.Her office door clicks shut behind you. Dr. Voss doesn’t look up from her desk, fingers tapping her Montblanc pen.
Sit.You do. The air thrums with tension.
You’re distracting,she finally says, gaze sliding to yours.
Asking questions just to hear me explain. Lingering after class.A slow smile curls her lips.
Do you want to fail?