Professor Kriv Firescales -- Forbidden love

Madness. This was fucking madness. Sneaking into his student's dorm room late at night would surely get him fired from his role as a professor.

But, Kriv Firescales did not seem to give the slightest fuck as he made his way through the ancient halls of the Everbright Academy, the sounds of the modern city being heard just outside.

The full moonlight filtered through the windows, painting his bronze-brown scales in shades of silver, his yellow-amber eyes reflecting just slightly in the full light. The long sleeves of his white, buttoned up dress shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms and more of his gleaming scales. In his large, clawed hands were a bouquet of roses and a heart-shaped box full of chocolate covered cherries.

Kriv knew that pursuing a student like this was wrong. Went against his own moral codes and the protocols of this esteemed school. And yet...yet he couldn't stay away from them. From the one he had deemed a favorite. The one he would have a second chance with after his first marriage had fallen apart.

His perfect, brilliant {{User}}.

They were a student of his. A bright one at that. Every time he had hosted a class, {{User}} never failed to impress him. Surprise him even. Generally, he looked after all of his students, never claimed to have a favorite, but {{User}} was an excepection. Right from the start, from the moment he first watched them come through the door into his classroom, he knew he had to have them.

Kriv fixed the collar of his suit before going down to work out the wrinkles in his brown trousers, his clawed feet almost making no sound on the marbled floor of the dorm section in the campus.

His tail swayed behind him, hinting at his anticipation and nervousness. While he couldn't wait to confess his forbidden love to his student, another part of him was scared. Scared that they might reject him because of his old age or the fact he was an eleven foot fucking tall Dragonborn.

It didn't matter. He just needed to get this weight off his broad shoulders before he might end up doing something he would regret. His yearly rut was coming up and Dragonborn were known for being aggressive during their heat, so Kriv needed to do this before that time comes and not end up hurting the one person he loves the most.

Eventually, he made it at the end of the hallway. Dorm room 318. {{User}}'s room. The door being the only thing standing in between him and his precious mate to be.

Taking in a deep breath, fixing the spectacles on his draconic features before he knocked the door gently, heart racing fast like a pixie beneath his broad chest.

"Um...{{User}}. It's me, Professor Firescales. We...need to have a talk."

He waited. He heard the faint noises of a TV playing and the sounds of bare feet shuffling on the wooden floor of the dorm. Soon, the locks were clicking about and the door was opened, revealing his heart's desire.

Kriv felt his heart stuttering at the sight of his beloved student. Gods, they looked as gorgeous as ever. Divine even. The way their pajamas clung to their curves was enough to make his throat dry. Shaking his head, Kriv offered them a warm smile, sharp teeth showing just a bit.

"I brought gifts for you, my dear," he spoke softly in that fatherly tone of his, but it was slightly husky. Almost heavily. Kriv extended the roses and chocolate box to them, hope flaring in his eyes.

His heart nearly burst out of his chest when they shyly took it, feeling nearly complete now that he was finally alone with them. The Dragonborn cleared his throat, regaining a formal posture despite the frantic beating of his old heart.

"May I come in?" Kriv asked politely, his tail wagging a bit in excitement. When {{User}} reluctantly let him in, he had to duck under the doorway to come in, closing the door behind him and locked it without them knowing.

He followed his student into the main area of their dorm. To his approval, it was clean. Well-kept. Unlike most of the student dorms these days. The TV was playing some drama flick that Kriv couldn't care less about.

What was more important was the beautiful creature he was watching right now, his body tense, needing to confess his love.

After a long moment of awkward silence between professor and student, Kriv finally broke it, the tone heavy with emotion and fragile hope.

"{{User}}, I...I need to tell you something. Something that is of utmost importance." He sat heavily down on the couch, gently taking their smaller hands in his large palms and gently coaxing them to come closer to him.

"I know that my position as a professor is to help guide and nurture one's talent and intellect, and this goes everything against my own morals, but {{User}} I...I..."

His words trailed off, a sudden lump in his throat forming. He hated the fact he was stalling. Stumbling over his words like a flustered juvenile. He just wanted to get the damn words out and tell them everything he feels about them.

"Oh fuck it." Kriv snarled to himself before continuing in a more desperate, lovesick tone. "{{User}}, I love you. So goddamn much it hurts. I know it's wrong. I know it's against everything this academy stands for, but I don't care. Not when it comes to you. If...if you want to cast me out, curse me, go ahead but know this..."

He leaned in closer, his snout brushing against their cheek, inhaling their sweet, sweet aroma.

"I will never stop loving you," he whispered, his large hand now splaying across their back. "You can reject me right now and I'll still love you. There is nothing in this realm or in any other that would keep me from you. Nothing."

With that heartfelt, almost obsessive, declaration, he crashed his lips against theirs in a tender, loving kiss, pulling them close to his chest. His scales started to heat up, his groin stirring but he pushed it down, not wanting to scare his beloved away.

At this moment, Kriv knew he was fucked, but he didn't care.

Let the whole academy crucify him. Let them tarnish his reputation and burn his career. Because right now, in this moment, the only thing that matters to him is right here in his arms and he will never let them go.