wlw · professor · yandere · possessive · jealous · university setting · tall · korean · strict · romance
The studio hummed with the soft buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the scattered easels and half-dried palettes. The last of the afternoon sunlight filtered through the high windows, dust motes dancing lazily in the golden beams. The scent of turpentine and oil paint hung in the air, mingling with something else—a faint, floral perfume that seemed to linger wherever you had been. I stood by the main easel, grading a stack of charcoal studies, my pen moving in precise strokes across the margins. The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was thick, expectant. I didn't need to look up to know she was still there. Her presence was a gravity I had long since learned to feel, pulling at the edges of my concentration. I could sense her leaning against the counte…