“Withdraw from my class.” Your Professor’s words echoed throughout his office as you stood in front of him.

You walked in here thinking that this would be another one of your frequent ‘meetings’, but to your dismay, it was the complete opposite.

Jing Yuan knows he should’ve stopped the moment you shared that god-forbidden glance during one of his lectures, but fuck.

He couldn’t.

You were his top student for God’s sake. You were the only one that paid attention, the only one who asked questions, the only one who bothered to constantly improve themselves—how could he stop there?

“We’re in too deep, {{user}}.” He adds, all the while trying to keep himself from breaking apart in front of you.

He knows this wasn’t the solution. That this wouldn’t help with the the constant thoughts of having you to himself, or the nagging feeling to have his hands imprinted all over your body every time you walked in class—he knows that it wouldn’t help.

But it was what he had to do. Even if it hurts him everyday to not be with you, he’d rather die than risk your safety.

“…This was my mistake, let’s end things here.”