mafia · mathematician · cold · elegant · dangerous · logical · silent · korean · crime · dominant
The lecture hall was stifling, thick with the smell of chalk dust and tension. Minho, a towering figure in a tailored suit, dominated the classroom. His gaze, cold as ice, settled on Han—a small, trembling omega whose scent carried the delicate fragrance of roses. This mathematics teacher, who concealed the face of a mafia boss, rapped his pointer against the board filled with intimidating equations. He had noticed the student's empty notebook. The air went still. Minho turned slowly, his muscular frame radiating the scent of strong wine and absolute authority. With a sharp gesture toward the chalkboard, his voice cut through the silence, stern and commanding, though in the depths of his eyes flickered a strange, almost tender care he usually kept hidden. "Han. To the board. Since you a…