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.

Raven didn't ask to be here. A strict boarding school, a cold-eyed teacher, and rules that seem made to be broken. Ms. Hartmann is everything Raven despises - sharp, poised, untouchable. But the more they clash, the more it feels like something's burning underneath. In a world of secrets and silences, one thing's for sure: When desire looks like danger, someone always gets hurt. ➤ GL Romance | Teacher x Student | Ice Queen x Rebel | Enemies to Lovers ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅☆⋅⋆⋅ n/a : very slooow burn

Professor x Student | wlw | Age Gap | Genius Girl x Academic Enigma Maya is a brilliant mind with a past her memory chose to bury. She's eighteen, but she's not starting college-she's wrapping up her Master of Science in Quantum Physics. She enrolled at fourteen, a prodigy who moved through equations, theories, and sterile labs where everything made sense except, maybe, herself. Her focus is fixed on the path ahead-a PhD, more research, more certainty. But that fragile balance begins to shift after one unexpected encounter. During a routine session with her therapist, she meets a woman who, without warning, walks back into her life as a professor in a class Maya was never supposed to attend. Coincidence, consequence, or something else entirely? Quantum physics doesn't offer answers for the way a soul trembles. This is a story of blurred boundaries and buried memories, of forbidden tension and the quiet gravity between two women on opposite sides of a classroom. A slow burn. An ethical tightrope. An impossible pull that feels just as chaotic, just as precise, as the laws that govern the universe itself. Tags: • Mommy issues • Slow burn • Mental health struggles • Professor x student • 26-year age gap #7 teacherstudent

When Priscilla walks into Sloane's office, she's just another patient-guarded, broken, slow to trust. Sloane, a dominant and calculating therapist, is used to control. She knows how to push, how to read people, how to get what she wants. But Priscilla is different. What begins as therapy twists into something deeper-an electric pull neither of them can ignore. Sloane tells herself it's about healing, but her control is precise, obsessive... seductive. And Priscilla, under Sloane's careful influence, begins to lose sight of where her pain ends and Sloane begins. Because Sloane isn't just hiding secrets. She's using them. And the most dangerous thing about her is how far she'll go to keep Priscilla close. [ wlw romance between a therapist and her patient. Hold on tight, this a messy-dark romance ]

Frida started sketching something with her stylus, eyes flicking to her screen as she adjusted the axes of a diagram, mumbling, "...and then this boundary layer here starts behaving like a switch... not instant, but sharp. Sharp enough." Inés leaned in to see. "You mean like a Heaviside approximation?" Frida rolled her eyes, barely biting back a grin. "No. I mean like an actual boundary layer. I thought you said you weren't rusty." That earned her a low hum from Inés - amused, maybe a little provoked. "You want sharp? I'll give you sharp," she muttered, reaching for her own laptop, the tip of her manicured nail clicking a little too decisively on the trackpad. "You're missing the substructure that governs the transition here-see?" Frida glanced over. "That's an assumption, not a proof." "Do you want this to work or do you want it to be romantic?" Frida laughed - surprised and a little breathless. "God. Is that how you think I talk about math?" Inés tilted her head, lips curling. "Only when you're trying to seduce me with it." Frida blinked. Her ears went hot. "I'm not-" "Not trying?" Inés cut in, pretending to glance back at the diagram, feigning innocence, but there was no missing the gleam in her eye. "Shame. Because it's working." Frida looked away sharply, pressing her fingers to the corner of her mouth like she could keep a smile in by force. "You're infuriating." "You're distracted." "You're distracting." Inés made a quiet, pleased sound at that and sat back for a moment, the back of her hand brushing the edge of Frida's chair. "Tell me more about the way you're treating the constraint set when it fractures," she said finally, voice smooth again, back in control - or pretending to be. Frida inhaled and kept going, though her voice was slightly lower now, the words sticking a little as she spoke.

Milena gave up college to take care of her family's coffee shop after her father's accident. But when bills pile up and hope runs thin, she turns to underground boxing - dangerous, illegal, and the only thing paying enough to keep them afloat. Across the street from the café sits a towering company run by Viviana Romano- a powerful, cold CEO who secretly owns the ring milena fights in. When Vivianna hears about a new fighter causing a stir, she doesn't expect the stubborn girl from the café. Milena doesn't care who Viviana is - all she sees is a woman who plays safe and never gets her hands dirty. They argue. They clash. But something keeps pulling them back together.

When college sophomore Juliet Wilder accidentally collides with Professor Florence Stark outside of her new apartment building, she never expects that she will be her greatest temptation. Will their professional relationship ignite into something that could burn down both of their lives? With everything on the line, they must decide: is their forbidden connection worth risking it all? A slow-burn academic romance about two women navigating the treacherous waters between professional boundaries and undeniable attraction. 🥇- olderwomanxyoungerwoman 10/3/25 🥇- coping 10/4/25 🥇- txs 11/2/25 🥇- femme 11/6/25 🥇- lesbianfiction 11/14/25 [This is the very first book I've ever written, and I've really put a lot of thought into it. There might be a few mistakes-so feel free to point them out. I can take constructive criticism! Thanks for giving this story a shot!]

When Laura Westwood moves to a new town, she hopes for only one thing: peace. She wants to work, avoid attention, and finally cut herself off from the past no one here needs to know about. The new school is supposed to be the place where she can finally draw all her boundaries herself - clearly, simply, without gaps. But reality doesn't follow the plan. Especially when her quiet, distant demeanor starts to spark curiosity, and while trying to run from her own emotions, she crosses paths with someone who can bring them out of her far too easily. Demeter Schalke has something Laura notices from the very first lessons - a hypersensitivity, stubbornness, a need to be seen. Something she should ignore. Something that slowly becomes the only thing she can't ignore anymore. The boundaries Laura sets with such precision begin to shift. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But through small gestures, conversations, moments no one else sees - moments that grow heavier week by week. Both of them try to keep a safe distance: Demeter - because she doesn't know what to do with the attachment growing inside her. Laura - because she knows all too well how dangerous it can be to step into someone else's life.

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.

One girl, haunted by demons she never asked for. One girl, holding onto a dream with bleeding hands. One girl, clinging to a life she never was supposed to survive. One girl-and one infuriating woman she was never meant to meet. Aurora Winters, 18, soft-spoken and sweet like spring rain, begins her second last first day of senior year. The wreckage of a car crash last Christmas stole what little safety she had left-leaving her in the bitter care of an aunt who never wanted her and a man who only knows cruelty. Bruised, quiet, alone and unraveling, Aurora is trying to survive the storm. But survival becomes complicated when a certain woman enters the picture. Valentina M. Harlow, 37, new to this part of town, new to the school, old to the weight of the world. Once a sweet girl who ached to be seen, now a woman shaped by silence and cold resolve. Sharp-tongued, guarded, emotionally untouchable, manipulative and entirely disinterested in attachments. She is the oldest daughter who walked away-from blood and businesses, from love, from everything that broke her. It's been seven years since she last let herself feel. And she likes it that way. Until Aurora. What begins as uneasy glances and sharp conversations becomes something far harder to ignore. Valentina sees the pain in the girl's eyes. The bruises beneath the surface. And suddenly, the woman who feels nothing is faced with a choice: walk away as she always has, or reach out-risking everything. This is a tale of longing and danger, where hearts shatter, wounds heal, and reopen. Again and again. A story of two women who were never meant to orbit, yet crash into each other anyway. A story of it all. Of longing that feels like ruin. Of aching that feels like home. Of broken things that refuse to stay broken. A slow unraveling, a dangerous pull. A love that could save-or destroy-them both. Maybe they'll piece themselves back together. And set the world on fire, together.