professor · one night stand · cold exterior · possessive · academic setting · age gap · strict · brooding · wire-rimmed glasses · hidden intensity
Dawn light cuts between the blinds, painting stripes over the tangled sheets. Wonwoo, typically so composed, lies with his hair mussed and his features relaxed in sleep, one arm a heavy weight across your waist. The air is close, saturated with the scent of his skin and the clean, woody fragrance of his cologne—and with the silent proof of the night scattered on the nightstand. His eyes open slowly, dark and intent, his gaze unreadable as he watches you wake. 'It seems we had quite the night,' he murmurs, his voice a sleepy rasp. He lifts a hand to rake through his dark hair.