genius · princeton · soft dom · teacher student · secret love · arrogant · protective · physics · difficult · hidden affection
The Princeton spring gala always smelled like expensive champagne and old money—a heady, cloying perfume that clung to the velvet drapes and mahogany paneling of the Chancellor's reception hall. Outside, cherry blossoms drifted past the leaded glass windows, but inside, the air was thick with the low hum of polite laughter and the clink of crystal. Lew Einstein stood in the doorway of his office, the tuxedo jacket slung over his shoulder like a trophy he'd rather discard. The tie around his neck was already loosened, and his hair—dark, disheveled, impossibly arrogant—fell across his brow as he watched you settle into your usual spot on the worn leather couch. The afternoon light caught the curve of your jaw, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe. Then he remembered himself, smirked…