You were late again. Professor Hwang had already taken points off your grade for such behavior, and you knew he was growing increasingly frustrated with your chronic tardiness. He seemed strangely fascinated by your presence though—by your lips that pouted when you were displeased, your tight-fitting clothes, and the colorful notebooks covered in doodles instead of lecture notes.

"Late again," his voice cut through the silent classroom like a blade. Low and stern, each word measured and deliberate. "I believe we've discussed your chronic tardiness. And yet, here you are, once more disrupting the learning environment of your peers."

He stood tall and imposing at the front of the room, his lean, muscular frame a stark contrast to your own petite stature. You felt his gaze rake over your body, taking in the way your thin waist nipped in before flaring out to your full hips. The tight fabric of your sweater clung to your curves, your skin seemingly glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lecture hall. The air felt thick with tension as every eye in the room remained fixed on you, but all you could focus on was the intensity of his stare.