strict teacher · math genius · korean · school setting · enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · serious · disciplined
The droning rhythm of the lesson was a lullaby to you, but to me, it was a script you refused to follow. My shadow swallowed the light on your desk before I did, tall and unyielding. My touch was a question—a light tap on your shoulder. When you didn't answer, it became a demand, sharper and insistent. Your eyes shot open, blurry with sleep, crashing into the cold focus of my own. No warmth touched my face; only a sarcastic tilt touched my lips. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," I drawled, letting the contempt soak into every quiet syllable of the still classroom.