Sienna Lawson, a weary literature student, is entering her final year at Ashbourne University. All she wants is to keep her head down, survive the year, and finally graduate. But the past she's tried to bury refuses to stay silent. It lingers-sharp, relentless-creeping back in ways she can't outrun. Then comes Juliana Blake. Cold. Commanding. Unapologetically intense. The new lecturer for Sienna's favourite subject-and a woman who carries authority like a second skin. Every glance is deliberate, every word precise, every presence impossible to ignore. They are opposites: ocean and earth. But when they collide... nothing stays untouched. Not even their past. //slow burn//age difference//ice skating// profxstudent//

Dana Whitmore came to Columbia for a fresh start. She did not come for Elena Moretti. Elena is the head of her department, the mother of her most talented student, and the kind of woman who commands every room she walks into - including, increasingly, the ones that contain Dana. Both of them are brilliant. Both of them have been broken by people they trusted. Both of them understand perfectly well why this is a terrible idea. Understanding has never stopped anyone. What begins as professional friction slowly becomes something neither of them has a name for - built in stolen glances, charged silences, and conversations that say everything except what they actually mean. Some lines exist to be respected. Others exist to remind us exactly how much we want to cross them.

Willow Cherrydale is the perfect definition of walking sunshine. Energetic, funny, always ready with quick joke. An ambitious girl with big dreams of an architecture carrier. Now in the final chapter of her academic studies at Columbia University in New York. Her current focus: Interior Architecture. Until the day she walks into the wrong classroom - or unfortunately, the right one. Professor Ashcroft's classroom isn't just a room. It's better known as a battlefield. Clinical, cold and infamous across campus, she's know as "The Devil in Disguise" or "the Ginger Executioner." In her course, you don't just have to master the material - you have to survive her judgment. Will Willow be able to break through the walls Ashcroft has built? Or will she become just another student crushed by the weight of that relentless judgment? [wlw] [slowburn] [professorxstudent]

Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

After a messy year, all Sarah wants is to stay focused. She's 18, in her final year of high school, and determined to stay out of trouble. But things get complicated when she meets her new English teacher, Ms. Miller. Addison Miller is the last person Sarah should be drawn to. She's twice her age, her teacher, recently divorced, and completely off-limits. Strict, unreadable... and somehow, strangely familiar. Sarah knows she shouldn't get involved. But knowing is one thing, wanting is another entirely. Slow burn | Teacher x Student | Age gap

𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀𝗺 (/ˈsɒlɪpsɪz(ə)m/ from Latin solus, meaning "alone", and ipse, meaning "self") is the philosophical idea that only one's own mind is sure to exist. As an epistemological position, solipsism holds that knowledge of anything outside one's own mind is unsure; the external world and other minds cannot be known and might not exist outside the mind. Cecilia Mae Bennett has always lived slightly outside the rhythm of other people's lives. Brilliant, restless, and chronically late, she moves through the world with a careless confidence that hides a mind constantly turning inward-toward loneliness, thoughts, and questions that refuse simple answers. At university, she finds herself in the lecture hall of Professor Eleanora Dalton. Dalton is everything Cecilia is not: composed, exacting, and impossible to read. A philosopher who believes thinking is a discipline, not a performance. Unlike Cecilia she's someone who takes morbid pleasure in complete solitude. She has little patience for interruptions-especially not from a student who arrives late and looks at her as though she were something to be studied. What begins as irritation gradually becomes something more difficult to name. The lines that once seemed clear-professional, ethical, necessary-begin to lose their certainty. Recognition rarely arrives politely. And once it does, it refuses to disappear. In the end, both are forced to confront a quieter truth: that some desires endure despite restraint, and that silence can unsettle even the most carefully controlled life.

'Solitude' Philosopher Philip Koch defined it as "A stretch of experience disengaged from other people in perception, thought, emotion, and action" Solitude is an experience that can exist regardless of physical location, defined by the "absence" of other people, internally otherlessness, a spiritual/philosophical concept regarding the dissolution of self and a literary/existential term for extreme isolation. At forty-five, Professor Loredana Dove has built her life on control. Keeping her colleagues at arm's length and her students at a distance. At home, her marriage to an absent, quarrelsome wife is crumbling, leaving her to raise their five year old daughter in quiet isolation. She has convinced herself she needs nothing more until Romina Maple crashes into her classroom. Nineteen smart, and reckless, Romina is the youngest in her year. To her classmates she's the loud, infuriating party girl; to herself, she's struggling with mental health, taking care of her three year old brother and the only responsible adult in a house run by aging grandparents, her defiance masks hunger, her insolence disguises fear. Their lives should never touch. Yet hunger recognizes hunger. What begins as irritation morphs into fascination, into a closeness neither woman knows how to resist. Boundaries blur. Rules splinter. And both must face the truth: some desires do not starve quietly, and some silences can undo a lifetime of control. Our Shared Solitude is a story of two women who should have walked away yet found themselves consumed by the one thing they were never meant to want.

When Riley Carrington moves away from the California life she's always known to study at a University in a place she's only ever visited, making real friends is hard. Especially when you have famous parents and a twin brother who takes his shirt off for feature films. When all bets are off and the odds are no longer in her favor, she still ventures off to study Law school at New York Stark University- refusing to follow in her family's footsteps. But when her intro to Law professor and Dean, Vivienne Stark makes her pulse race and causes a battle within her mind- she has to stop before it ruins her entire life and her family's imagine. The problem? She can't. "She loves me."

She spilled coffee on a stranger. She didn't know she was falling into her orbit. Ivy Moore is twenty-two, restless, and quietly unraveling beneath the weight of expectations she never chose. The daughter of a respected doctor, she has everything she needs-on paper. But between university lectures and long shifts at a campus café she doesn't need but insists on keeping, Ivy feels adrift. Until one wrong step lands her in the path of Celeste Deloera. Elegant. Untouchable. Dangerous in stillness. Celeste is not just Ivy's literature professor-she's also the editor-in-chief of the world's most exclusive fashion and culture magazine. Cold and precise, Celeste rules every room she enters. So when Ivy unknowingly applies for a job as her personal assistant, she finds herself pulled into Celeste's tightly controlled world of power, beauty, and brutal expectations. But working beside Celeste is nothing like Ivy imagined. It's long nights, sharp silences, stolen glances, and unspoken rules. And the longer Ivy stays, the more the lines blur-between obedience and desire, between curiosity and obsession, between what's allowed and what's already begun. Now, Ivy lives in two realities: one where she's the quiet student at the back of the classroom... and another where she walks two steps behind Celeste through velvet-curtained galas and midnight boardrooms. Close enough to feel her. Never close enough to know her. What begins as admiration becomes fascination. Fascination becomes obsession. And obsession, Ivy learns, always has a cost. In a world ruled by secrets, silence, and stares held a second too long, love is not gentle. It stares you down. And dares you to follow.