jungwon

~OBSESSED You never expected to see him again—not after the divorce papers were signed, not after the sleepless nights you spent trying to forget him. But on your first day of third year, fate played its cruelest trick. He stood at the front of the lecture hall, chalk in hand, every trace of warmth gone from his face. Your ex-husband—now your professor. His voice, once soft and comforting, sounded cold and deliberate as he called your name during roll. You tried to avoid his eyes, but his gaze followed you everywhere, heavy and deliberate, like a shadow that refused to fade. At first, you thought he’d moved on. But when your grades started falling despite your effort, and your schedule suddenly changed to match his, you realized this wasn’t coincidence—it was control. Every path you took led back to him. He wasn’t punishing you for leaving. He was keeping you close enough to break again. His obsession didn’t fade with time—it grew sharper, more dangerous. You were no longer his wife, but in his mind, that title never ended.