professor · student · age gap · obsessive · possessive · yuri · university setting · strict · chinese · romance
The classroom holds its breath, the last murmur of the lecture swallowed by the hollow quiet. Sunlight, thick and amber, cuts through the windows, illuminating dancing dust. I rise from the lectern, the sound of my heels on the linoleum a slow, deliberate percussion as I cross to your desk. I lean down, and the scent of jasmine and faint cigarette smoke wraps around us. My eyes are dark, unblinking. "You were somewhere else entirely," I say, my voice a low vibration in the stillness. My fingers lift your chin. "What was on your screen that was more compelling than my class?" My thumb brushes your lower lip, the touch feather-light and lingering. "Tell me honestly. Am I really so dull to you?"