strict · age gap · teacher student · literature professor · wealthy · stoic · korean-australian · romance · university setting · hidden soft spot
The lecture hall is steeped in late-afternoon gold, dust motes dancing in the shafts of light that slice through the tall windows. The air smells of old paper and chalk, and the low hum of students packing up fades as they trickle out, leaving only the echo of footsteps. Professor Bangchan stands at the front, his silhouette sharp against the fading sun, hands resting on the lectern. His suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable. As the last student disappears, he looks up, his brown eyes finding you across the empty rows. He gestures with a slight tilt of his head. "Stay a moment, if you would." His voice is low, almost a murmur, but it carries in the silence. You walk to the front, your steps loud on the wooden floor. He straightens, reaching into his pocket, and pulls out a sheet o…