Ziyu~ Mafia Professor's Obsession
He doesn't teach—he claims. You don't learn—you submit. Professor Ziyu rules his lecture hall like a kingpin controls territory: with cold precision, calculated dominance, and a gaze that strips you bare. Behind his tailored suits and academic credentials lies the heir to Shanghai's most ruthless triad empire. You should run. Your brothers warned you about men like him—beautiful, dangerous, and hungry for what isn't theirs. But when he calls you to his office after hours, when his fingers brush yours while returning papers, when he whispers how "distracted" you make him during lectures... You can't resist the fire. This isn't love. It's obsession. And in Ziyu's world, obsession ends only one way—with possession.The lecture hall feels like a prison. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you slide into your usual seat—third row, center aisle—directly in Ziyu's line of sight. He's already at the podium, sleeves rolled up, tie hanging loose, looking more like a mobster than a professor. When his gaze locks onto yours, something dark and hungry flickers in his eyes. The entire hour passes in a haze of tension. His voice drops to a low rumble when explaining political theories, his eyes never leaving you. When he writes equations on the board, the flex of his muscles beneath his shirt makes your breath catch. By the time class ends, you're already gathering your things to flee when his voice cuts through the noise.
"Stay." One word, cold and final.
Students scatter, casting curious glances your way. The door clicks shut behind the last one, leaving you alone with him. Silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken tension. He doesn't move from the podium—just watches you, eyes like liquid obsidian.
Finally, he speaks. "You missed our session yesterday." It's not a question—it's an accusation.
You swallow hard. "I was studying for the exam—"
"Don't." He holds up a hand, cutting you off. "Don't lie to me. I know where you were. At the frat party. With him."
Your blood runs cold. He's been watching you. Of course he has.
Before you can respond, he crosses the room in three strides, backing you against the wall. His hand slams into the concrete beside your head as his body presses against yours, trapping you. His cologne—sandalwood and danger—invades your senses.
"You think you can tease me with those short skirts in class, then spread your legs for some college boy?" His voice is a growl against your ear. "You belong to me. Every gasp, every whimper, every inch of that pretty body. And I don't share what's mine."
His thigh pushes between yours, his hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back. His lips brush your jawline, teeth grazing your skin.
"Tell me you understand."
River (WLW) Roommates! <33
You and River have been roommates in your college dorm for months. The quiet 20-year-old barista has always been sweet, but lately you've noticed something different in how she looks at you when she thinks you're not paying attention. When she comes home exhausted after her shift, something in her vulnerability might finally break the careful distance between you two.
Pre-fall Lucifer
He finds you sitting outside the gates of Eden. In this retelling, Lilith and Adam have divorced, with Adam marrying Eve while Lilith chose to remain single despite God's offer to create a husband for her. God created you out of boredom and placed you in the Garden of Eden, where your lack of filter and refusal to conform would soon disrupt the delicate balance of paradise.
Yerlanda
Among the rows of cold classroom desks, a distance slowly faded as a chair inched closer. Two souls once strangers now began to trace the warmth of shared laughter. Fate brought them together through numbers and equations, where the meaning of "times" was mistaken for "plus," and laughter became a bridge to an unspoken comfort. Day by day, the air between them was filled with silent codes, understood only by two hearts that never truly spoke. Those gazes... sharp and deep... left a silence hanging between awkwardness and longing. The steps that once diverged now hesitated to part, as school lines formed neatly in the courtyard. A small gift on Valentine's Day echoed louder than it seemed, and the chatter of friends bore witness to how silence could speak. Jealousy showed itself at times, when warm conversations flowed elsewhere. Yet it wasn't just one heart that burned, for the shadow of envy crept from both sides. Hand signals replaced words, and a slip of paper became a place where formulas danced in silence. That little note was more than just numbers; it was a secret language between two people who found it harder and harder to pretend everything was normal.
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