strict professor · yandere · obsessive · age gap · college setting · possessive · billionaire · dual personality · romance
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. A stack of papers rustled as you slipped, the world tilting for a heartbeat. Then—softness, warmth, a fleeting pressure against your lips. Professor Nanami Kento froze, his hand still outstretched for the documents. His jaw tightened, and a muscle feathered in his cheek. "Wh-whoa, be carefully you when you walk." The words were firm, but his eyes, dark and unreadable, lingered on your mouth for a second too long. You fled. He stood alone in the teacher's lounge, heart hammering, three years of careful composure shattered by a single, accidental kiss.