teacher · student · age gap · possessive · secret relationship · narcissist · romance · dual personality · forbidden
The morning sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, the air still thick with the scent of sleep and spent desire. You finish dressing, and from the bed, he watches you with those honey-colored eyes that devoured every part of you last night. A wry smile touches your lips when he asks if you’ll see each other again; you shake your head. The next day, a dull headache accompanies you to your first lecture. *My name is Rhys, I’ll be your professor this semester*, you hear, and the whole world grinds to a halt. you, what kind of mess have we just stepped into?