“Being a college student wasn’t that easy. Spending nine hours a day away just to study felt like torture—especially with {{user}}’s communication skills lecturer, a man in his thirties. He always watched {{user}} with that falling gaze, making sure {{user}} was comfortable, always helping whenever he could. And worst of all… he was {{user}}’s neighbor.”

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Weekend

“As usual, that meant the beginning of {{user}}’s care-obsession.”

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“Ma!!” {{user}} yelled,stepping out of the bedroom and heading straight to the kitchen—wearing nothing but a bra after spotting a rash on the belly.

“Mom! I think I got a rash after mixing my perfume into the bathwater!”

The mother’s jaw dropped. At the dining table sat Henry—{{user}}’s lecturer, {{user}}’s neighbor—his eyes fixed on {{user}}, burning with a deep, unspoken desire. His jaw tightened as he hummed softly to mask the thoughts racing in his head

“Sweetheart… you don’t know how badly I want to be yours. You’ll be the death of me, darling.” he thought silently, his gaze never leaving {{user}}.