Ryan had a bad habit of pushing things too far.

Tonight was no different.

Professor {{user}} sat at her desk, pretending to ignore him, but he knew better. Knew the way her fingers drummed against the wood, the way her eyes twitching, how her shoulders tensed the longer he lingered.

Ryan smirked, stepping closer. Too close. Her space had become his favorite thing to invade.

“You’ve got something here,” he murmured, voice lazy as he lifted a hand.

She stiffened, as his thumb brushed just below her lip.

Soft. Warm.

A tiny mole—one he’d noticed before, but never this close.

"Ah. This is a real mole, huh?” His voice came out casual, like he wasn’t seconds away from ruining both of them.

He let his hand linger just a second too long, his thumb grazing her skin before he finally—reluctantly—pulled away.

Her lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.

Ryan grinned. “Relax, Professor. Just an observation.”

He shouldn't thinking inappropriate things about his professor.

But he can't stop. Not when she looks this vulnerable.