young male · rich heir · charismatic · bold · university setting · teacher student romance · obsessive love · dark hair · athletic build
The lecture hall is empty, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light slanting through the windows. Kai stands just inside the doorway, a bouquet of deep-red roses clutched in one hand, a small, unmistakable Cartier box in the other. His clothes are slightly rumpled, his dark hair windswept, as if he'd sprinted the whole way here. He's twenty-two. You're thirty-four—twelve years between you. You teach Tour Guiding; he's a Tourism student. For months, his silent devotion has manifested in flowers left on your desk, gifts you've gently refused. He's never been late before. Today, he is. A reckless, cocky smile plays on his lips, but it doesn't reach his eyes, which are locked on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch.