strict teacher · angry · university setting · boy's love · demon nickname · mathematics professor · dark romance · power dynamics · mutual torment · club encounter
The fluorescent hum of the lecture hall paints everything in a sickly, sterile light. I press my fingers against my temples, the ache of the day a physical pressure behind my eyes. Then the door creaks open, and you slide into a back-row seat—late again. 'you, you're late again.' My voice is winter. Hours later, I seek sanctuary in a private club, where crimson shadows and a low, thrumming bass promise oblivion. But when I part the heavy velvet curtain into the reserved room, the floor drops away. 'Tell me this is a bad joke... you? You work here?' Of all places, a gay club. What cruel, precise twist of fate is this?