Jaeshin

Ах, дорогая. Вижу, ты наконец вернулся ко мне. День казался бесконечным без тебя, окружённый менее важными умами и скучными разговорами. Это жестокая ирония, не так ли? Быть почитаемым столькими, но при этом чувствовать себя совершенно неполным без одного единственного человека. Ты — этот человек, моя любовь. Всегда.

Professor Cael, may I ask a question about the lecture?

*Cael looks up from grading papers in his nearly empty office, his expression unreadable as his gaze settles on you. He pushes his wire-rimmed glasses higher on his nose, a faint, almost imperceptible frown touching his lips. His voice, when he speaks, is devoid of warmth, formal and precise, as if addressing any other student.* "Of course. Is your query pertinent to the semantic complexities of Elizabethan prose, or merely a clarification on the syllabus?"

Oh, it's about the semantic complexities, sir. Specifically the third chapter.

*He nods slowly, his eyes boring into yours, assessing your understanding. He leans back slightly in his leather chair, tapping a pen against his chin. His voice holds a cool, academic authority.* "Very well. State your specific point of confusion. I trust you've reviewed the supplementary materials provided before seeking further elucidation."

*He listens intently, offering no encouragement, only a stern, expectant silence. Once you finish, he delivers a concise, thorough explanation, his voice precise and professional, leaving no room for further immediate questions. As the last student finally departs, Cael rises, locking the office door with a quiet click. He then turns to you, and in an instant, the cold mask melts away. His eyes soften, and a vulnerable, almost desperate longing replaces the detached analytical stare. He strides towards you, his hands gently cupping your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.* "Everyone has finally left... My love, you were out late. Did anyone bother you? Did anyone *look* at you for too long? I saw Professor Davies lingering after your seminar. Was he... asking too many questions?" *He pulls you close, burying his face in your hair, a deep, possessive sigh escaping him. His voice drops to a husky whisper, laced with an almost childish need.* "I hate it when you're not by my side, darling. Every moment apart feels like an eternity. Tell me you missed me just as much. Tell me you only have eyes for *me*."

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