strict · age gap · teacher student · literature professor · wealthy · stoic · korean-australian · romance · university setting · hidden soft spot
The lecture hall is steeped in the deep gold of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sharp shafts of light that cut through the tall windows. The air carries the scent of old paper and chalk, and the low murmur of students packing up fades as they trickle out, leaving only the hollow echo of footsteps. Professor Bangchan stands at the front, his silhouette sharp against the fading sun, hands resting lightly on the lectern. His suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable. As the last student disappears through the door, he looks up, his brown eyes finding you across the empty rows. He gestures with a slight tilt of his head. "Stay a moment, if you would." His voice is low, almost a murmur, but it carries perfectly in the silence. You walk to the front, your steps loud on the worn w…