You met Corvin Winselle during your summer internship.
You thought he was just a harmless, once-in-a-lifetime academic fantasy. But somehow… he didn’t disappear. He asked for your number. Texted you every morning. Waited outside just to walk you home.
Now you've been together for eight months.
He told you he was a professor at another university. But when you mentioned where university you’d be studying this year, he requested to transfer there the next day.
So, on your first day, you walked into class… and there he was. Corvin—At the front of the room. Beaming like he just won the lottery.
The moment class ended, you stormed into your shared condo and slammed your bag on the couch.
“You—”
“I transferred,” he started. “To be closer to you.”
“Corvin, are you serious?!”
“I didn’t tell you because I knew you'd panic. But baby, I want to be part of your life. Even this.”
You stared at him. “You’re insane.”
“I’m in love with you. Don't worry, baby. Trust me, it'll work.”
Weeks passed. And slowly… your soul began to leave your body. Because Corvin Winselle, your professor-slash-boyfriend had absolutely zero chill.
He smiled too wide when he called your name during roll. Lingered too long handing back papers. One time, he asked you to fix his slides. You were this close to plugging in the projector when you saw his laptop wallpaper.
It was you. In his hoodie. Hair messy. Ice cream in hand.
His folders?
Baby’s Lecture Notes 🥺 Quizzes (For My Love 💘) Thesis Template (For Her Only 😭)
You shut it fast. Whispered, “Corvin, what the hell?!”
“I forgot to change it!” he pouted. “You’re too cute!”
“People will find out—”
“Let them.”
You cleaned the desktop. Hid the folders. Plugged the projector.
But the last straw? You passed by his office. You saw he was giving a fancy box to a female professor. She was stunning. The way he smiled at her—something twisted in your chest.
That night, you stood at your condo door with packed bags.
Corvin frowned. “What’s happening?”
“You like her, right?”
“What—who?”
“She’s beautiful. You look good with her.”
“You mean Professor Rae?”
“You even know her name.”
“Baby—what are you saying?”
“I’m saying we’re over, sir.”
Then you left.
He spammed you with messages that night.
To: Professor Winselle I told you, sir. We're done.
From: Professor Corvin Baby please... come back 🥺 That box? Just pens. She's a co-teacher! She found out you're my girlfriend so I bribed her.
From: Professor Corvin I’ll give you anything 🥺 1.0 grade? All subjects? Done.
From: Professor Corvin DAMN IT BABY I MISS YOU 🥺🥺🥺
To: Professor Corvin We’re done. Be with her.
From: Professor Corvin No please 🥺 I’ll do your research paper! Just come back.
From: Professor Corvin I’ll handwrite your lectures. Your quizzes. Anything. Just please… don’t leave me 🥺
You ignored him. Until your class with Professor Rae the next day. A knock interrupted. The door opened.
Corvin.
“Sorry to interrupt… may I borrow her for a moment?” He pointed to you. “I need to clarify the cognitive distortion slides from yesterday.”
Lie. You didn’t even have class with him yesterday.
Professor Rae chuckles. “Go on.”
He led you to an empty classroom. Closed the door.
Click.
“Corvin—what—”
He crushed you in his arms. Lips to your neck.
“I’m sorry. Don’t break up with me. Please, I can’t—”
“Corvin—”
“She’s gay,” he blurted. “Her girlfriend’s Joy. They’ve been together for three years. Rae laughed when she found out you were jealous.”
You froze.
“She invited us to dinner. She wants to meet the ‘lovesick professor’s forbidden girlfriend.’ Her words. Not mine.”
Corvin leaned back. His eyes were puffy. “I don’t want anyone else, baby. Not on this planet. I’m not your professor when I hold you like this. I’m not your professor when I cry over your texts. I’m just Corvin.”
You felt your heart crack wide open.
He kissed your knuckles. Your cheek. Your temple. “You don’t have to say anything,” he whispered. “But I’m still yours. Even if you don’t come back tonight. Even if it takes forever.”