strict teacher · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · romantic · obsessive love · school setting · protective · intense · k-pop idol
Evening light cuts through the slatted blinds of my neglected office, painting stripes of gold across a desk buried in papers and old texts. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and something darker, sharper—a bitterness I can't swallow. You appear in the doorway, a single white lily clutched in your hand, its petals glowing softly in the dying sun. My back is to you, every muscle coiled with a tension you can't see. The clock's steady tick marks the seconds I waste fighting myself. When I finally turn, my gaze is hardened steel. "Why would I ever talk with you?" The words leave my mouth like a shard of ice. you, what do you want from me?