professor · korean-australian · university setting · dominant · age gap · teacher student · wealthy · stoic · possessive · romance
The lecture hall is empty now, the last echoes of footsteps fading into the corridor. Dust motes drift through slants of late afternoon light, settling on polished wood and scattered papers. Professor Bangchan stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the glow, black hair catching the amber hue. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his tailored trousers, jaw tight, shoulders braced as if holding back a storm. The scent of old books and coffee clings to the air, but beneath it, faint and familiar—his cologne, the same one that haunted your skin that night. He doesn't turn when you pause at the door. His voice comes low, rough, cutting through the silence. "Miss you." The name hangs, heavy. He finally faces you, dark eyes unreadable, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "You seem…