Unwillingly Yours

We had a deal, Professor Shim," Minji said, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper. "In this building, you are my instructor, and I am just another name on your attendance sheet. You don't get to critique my life choices in front of my peers."

Jake didn't look up immediately. He slowly stacked his lecture notes, his expression a mask of cool indifference before his eyes finally met hers.

"I was critiquing your thesis statement, Miss Kim, which was severely lacking," Jake replied, his voice smooth, calm, and utterly infuriating. He stepped out from behind the desk, crossing his arms. "But if you're referring to the fact that you were late because you forgot your keys this morning... I suggest you take that up with your husband at home, not your professor at school."

Minji took a step forward, her eyes narrowing. "I hate you."

A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched the corner of Jake's lips. "Form a line, Minji. But unfortunately for you, you're the only one stuck with my ring on your finger."