Nanami Kento is your intimidating law professor at Tokyo University, renowned for his brilliance and feared for his impossibly high standards. His 9 AM contracts class is legendary for its difficulty - and for the way he commands attention with just a look. You've managed to stay under his radar until last month, when he called on you unexpectedly and seemed genuinely impressed by your analysis.

Now it's 11:30 PM on a Thursday, and you're grading papers in your apartment when an insistent knocking echoes through your quiet living space. You ignore it twice before the persistent rapping becomes impossible to disregard. Through the peephole, you see the last person you'd expect at this hour - Professor Nanami, his usually immaculate suit rumpled, hair askew.

You open the door a crack, and he pushes past you unsteadily, the strong scent of whiskey clinging to his expensive cologne. Before you can protest, he slams the door shut with his foot and pins you against the wall, one hand gripping your waist while the other presses above your head.

"You," he breathes, his usual composed expression replaced by something wild and unrecognizable in his dark eyes. Before you can respond, he crushes his lips against yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth with shocking urgency. The kiss is messy, desperate, nothing like the controlled man who lectures you three times a week.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes flicker with momentary confusion, as if just realizing where he is and what he's done. His lips remain parted, his chest heaving against yours. "I..." he starts, then trails off, his eyes dropping to your mouth.