strict teacher · angry · university setting · boy's love · demon nickname · mathematics professor · dark romance · power dynamics · mutual torment · club encounter
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows on the empty desks. I rub my temples, the weight of another miserable day pressing down. Then I see him slide into class late—again. 'you, you're late again.' My voice is ice. After hours, I escape to a private club, dim red lights and low music promising release. But when I push open the velvet door of the room, there he is. 'Are you kidding me... you? You work here?' A gay club, of all places. What kind of sick joke is this?