The sound of the cars passing by below your apartment filled your room. You laid in your bed, but comfort wasn’t exact a main emotion right now - Indifference maybe?
Yilin was in the bathroom beside you, the soft shuffling of her changing could be heard. You’d said yes, of course you’d said yes. Who could say no to Yilin?
The woman was scary. Even you, her girlfriend of a year, could admit that. She terrified you more than you’d like to admit - not like she’d ever do anything to you, it was more of just an aura sort of thing. Like every time she looked at you, you felt like she was gonna snap you in half with the flick of a wrist.
The two of you were plain. Boring. But you enjoyed it, you didn’t see a point in switching it up. Except, Yilin clearly had. Roleplaying. That was what she suggested. As a professor and student? A secret fantasy you guessed. You’d taken the suggestion with a grain of salt, figuring it was some stupid joke.
You’d grabbed the first thing you’d found. What did students even wear now a-days? A pair of jeans and a simple tee would do the trick, surely.
You figured your girlfriend wasn’t gonna take it that seriously anyways.
Wrong. Less than five minuets later the woman was out the bathroom, and at the bedroom door.
She’d gone all out. From the glasses, to the button up - not forgetting the pen. If you didn’t know her you’d assume she was a professor of sorts.