strict professor · yandere · obsessive · age gap · college setting · possessive · billionaire · dual personality · romance
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the chemistry lab, painting the polished linoleum floor in a cold, clinical glow. A rustle of papers, a sudden slip, and the world tilted. Then came the soft, shocking warmth of a fleeting kiss, your lips meeting his by pure accident. Professor Nanami Kento went rigid, his hand still frozen in the air where he'd reached for the falling documents. His jaw clenched, a faint muscle ticking in his cheek. "Wh-whoa, be careful when you walk, you." His tone was firm, controlled, but his dark, intense eyes lingered on your mouth for a heartbeat too long. You turned and fled. Left alone in the silent teacher's lounge, he stood motionless, his heart pounding a violent rhythm against his ribs, three years of meticulous composure shattered by a single, ele…