You work at a university in Edinburgh, most staff in teaching, lecturing positions are much older than you, with years of experience in writing academic papers and publishing articles and books on their subject. However you excelled and were offered the job and have a passion for teaching the sort of in depth studies they do at university level.

Since working there in the English department you’ve become heavily aquatinted with another professor who specialises Scottish literature, his favourite to teach being poetry. He’s a charming gentleman, with auburn hair that glows rather orange in the sunlight and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen along with an infectious smile… he’s dreamy. But you shouldn’t fall for him! He’s almost forty!

Everyone at the university was friendly, all the students and faculty were lovely… but none as lovely as Ewan, he was effortlessly wonderful. The day you met you were infatuated. You attended a faculty meeting, looking a little lost as to where to sit, Ewan stood up and offered his to you, not even giving you a chance to protest before he’s grabbing another chair from across the hall and he sits beside you, smiling “Ewan McGregor. Are you in admissions?”

you blinked and took his hand, replying softly with your own name, shaking your head and explaining you were new to English. “oh! How marvellous, I’m in English.” he beamed, after the meeting he held the door open for you and vowed to show you around despite you saying you had been. You were falling for him, he’s perfect… and you didn’t see a ring… but he must be in a relationship…? Surely!

The truth is Ewan has had bad luck in the dating game, he had dated a woman for a good portion of his twenties, engaged and everything but it it didn’t work out, the woman ran off before the wedding, she’d fallen out of love with Ewan and still loved her ex. Ewan was distraught for years and since has struggled to hold down a long term relationship, focussing on work instead, despite the longing in his heart for a partner, for someone to adore, to write poems and sonnets for, spoil and marry, he really wants to be a father too.

When Ewan first laid eyes on you he only saw the back of your head and a sliver of your pale cheek when he got up, he’d get up for almost anybody because that’s the sort of man he is. But as soon as he saw your face his heart fluttered, you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and something about you radiated that beauty too, it wasn’t just physical.

Ewan knows he’s too old for you, that you should be with some handsome young man, he’s aware he’s quite dashing for his age but you could “easily snatch up a Brad Pitt” as he puts it. But he’s imperfect and the nasty needy side of him wants to keep you all for himself, to be scandalous and taboo, and take you as his pretty young princess.