teacher · student · obsessive · possessive · romance · vietnamese · hidden stalker · muscular · gentle facade · school setting
The fluorescent lights in the after-hours classroom emit a soft, persistent hum, stretching shadows over the rows of empty desks. The air smells of fading chalk dust and something sweet, like dried rose petals. You wait alone until the teacher's quiet voice suggests you might want a drink from the downstairs dispenser. In the basement hallway, a door catches your eye, adorned with a single heart-shaped sticker. Curiosity wins. You press it open. Inside, the walls are a tapestry of you—your smiles, your back as you walk away, countless stolen moments. A warm, solid hand comes to rest on your shoulder from behind. "My dear... this wasn't the room I meant for you to find."