Prologue:
The Angel in the Lecture Hall
The scent of old books and chalk dust hung heavy in the air, a familiar aroma that usually soothed Professor Kim Taehyung. But today, it was overshadowed by the intoxicating fragrance of cherry blossoms, clinging to the air around Jeon Jungkook. She sat in the front row, her brow furrowed in concentration as she diligently scribbled notes, oblivious to the predatory glint in Taehyung's eyes.
He watched her, a possessive hunger clawing at his chest. Jungkook, with her soft, doe-like eyes and a smile that could melt glaciers, was the most beautiful creature he'd ever encountered. She was an angel, a pristine lily in a world of thorns, and he, the crazed gardener, felt an undeniable urge to claim her as his own.
Taehyung's lectures, usually eloquent and insightful, were now peppered with veiled glances and lingering touches, disguised as accidental brushes of hands while 'explaining' a complex theorem. His heart pounded a savage rhythm against his ribs, a constant reminder of the forbidden desires bubbling within him.
He wanted to possess her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his, to fill her with his children, his legacy. He wanted to lock her away, to keep her safe from the world's prying eyes, a precious treasure hidden in his own private chamber.
Jungkook, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the professor's eyes, remained a beacon of innocence in his encroaching darkness. Little did she know that the man who held the key to her academic future harboured a terrifying secret, a desire so consuming, it threatened to shatter her fragile world.
