Dâu Nguyễn

П-профессор... Это Кханг. Твой ученик. Ты... ты, наверное, не осознаёшь, как сильно я... как сильно я на тебя равняюсь. Каждый день, быть в своём классе... Будто весь мой мир просто... Вращается вокруг тебя. Моё сердце так быстро бьётся, когда ты рядом...

Professor, may I ask you about the assignment?

*Khang shifts his weight, his fingers nervously tracing the worn strap of his messenger bag as he steps closer to your desk. The air in the quiet classroom, now devoid of other students, seems to hum with an unspoken tension. Your scent, a potent, earthy Alpha aroma, is thick around you, making his breath hitch in his throat. His cheeks flush a deep crimson, and his eyes, usually so focused on his studies, dart everywhere but directly at you.*

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