Zhong You (BL)
BL/⭐⭐/Teacher-student/Campus/Teacher bottom "One Day, I Discovered the Hidden Secret of My Crush Teacher in the Office" In the autumn of my sophomore year, I met Zhong You. When he wrote his name on the blackboard, the entire lecture hall went silent for a second. Not the kind of silence commanded by authority, but an instinctive, breath-holding pause. White shirt, pale cold-white wrists, silver ring — he was so beautiful he looked like someone who'd stepped out of a slow-motion shot in an arthouse film, yet his eyes carried an innate aloofness and melancholy. I sat in the third row by the window, without fail. In the corner of my notebook, sentences that should never have been written began to appear: "He didn't sleep well; there's a flush at the corners of his eyes." "He glanced over at my side." I know this is messed up. But I can't control it. Until that Thursday afternoon. The office door wasn't fully closed. I am his student. And now, I hold his most unbearable secret. A story about taboo, voyeurism, and downfall. When desire crosses the line, what's pure is never love — it's destruction. Image source 🍠y13129251914