บททั้งหมดของ PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M): บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

ETHAN’S POVHis lips crashed into mine in a sudden movement I didn’t quite understand, hot and urgent, stealing my breath completely. It was way too sudden—I wasn’t expecting it at all. And oh God, his lips tasted like strawberries, sweet and addictive, making my head spin.Our tongues met for a brief, electric moment, tasting each other, dancing in a rush of heat, before he pulled back slightly, his lips hovering so close I could feel his warmth fanning my face. He was so darn handsome—his blue eyes sparkling, his purplish lips swollen from the kiss, his hair messy and perfect. My face flushed hot, my heart pounding wild in my chest, each beat shaking my whole body. My palms sweated, my skin tingling, while my body buzzed with heat radiating from deep inside, like fire spreading. Our faces were inches apart, and I saw the warmth in his eyes—Professor Kai’s eyes, too beautiful, pulling me in like a tide I couldn’t fight. My breath hitched sharp, my mind spinning, trying to catch up,

KAI’S POVI held my peace, watching Ethan struggle with the menu, his fingers tapping nervously on the table while the waiter stood patient between us. His cheeks were pink, his eyes darting over the words like they were a puzzle.“Have you picked something?” I asked softly, leaning forward a little.Ethan lifted his gaze, and I saw how tense he was—shoulders tight, and his lips pressed together. “Urm… erm… I’ll…”I turned to the waiter. “Can you give us a minute? We’ll call you.” “Okay, sir.” The waiter smiled and stepped away.I looked back at Ethan, a small smile tugging my lips. “You don’t do this often, do you?”He met my eyes, and I could tell he was shy. “Actually… I don’t eat out much. I always eat at home.”“It’s easy,” I said, my voice low and gentle. “Just look at the choices. Pick what feels good—light or heavy. Then choose a salad and a drink. Or just water.” I watched him across the table, my heart warming at how cute he looked, lost and sweet.He smiled faintly, the k

I left the office like a man walking out of his own grave. My hood up, keys cutting into my palm, my heart beating so loud I swore the hallway lights flickered with it. I told myself I just needed to see him. Just one look. One breath of the boy who still tasted like chili chicken and hope. And then I’d vanish into the night and become the monster again.The monster I've always being.The lecture hall door creaked when I pushed it open. The class was already spilling out, with students laughing, there bags thumping, sneakers squeaking. No one actually noticed me, because no one would have thought I would be there at that moment.And there he was. Ethan. He was leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, bottom lip caught between his teeth the way he does when he’s trying not to smile at something funny.And for some moment, I realized I don't even have his contact, and it made me frown.He hadn’t seen me yet. I drank him in like a dying man drinks water. The messy hair

KAI’S POV The cab melted into the night miles back, leaving me alone on a cracked ribbon of road that snaked through the countryside outside L.A. My boots hit the gravel in front of towering iron gates that looked older than sin itself, twisted metal vines curling like they wanted to choke the stars. It felt like the mansion exhaled it, a warning breath that said 'turn back while you still have a soul'. I didn’t. A floodlight snapped on from the tower, blinding white, pinning me in place like a moth on a board. My shadow stretched long and thin behind me, trembling even though I wasn’t. They knew I was here. A figure peeled away from the darkness, dressed head to toe in black, moving with the fluid silence of a predator. The gun in his hand never wavered, muzzle trained on the space between my eyes. “Who are you and what the hell do you want?” His voice scraped out rough, muffled behind a black mask that swallowed every feature except the glint of eyes. “I’m here to se

KAI’S POV The warehouse swallowed us whole and spat out hell. We breached hard and fast, Viper’s silenced rounds kissing two guards in the skull before their fingers even twitched toward alarms. Shade slapped the breaching charge, the door blew inward with a dull thud that punched the air from my lungs, and we poured inside like black water. Then the lights snapped on. Floodlights blinded us for half a heartbeat, long enough for the first burst of enemy fire to chew the wall behind my head. I dropped, rolled, came up firing, three-round bursts that painted the far wall red. Reaper roared somewhere to my left, his massive frame absorbing hits that would’ve folded lesser men, returning fire with a growl that rattled my teeth. “Clear left!” Ghost shouted, voice sharp over the comms, already moving, lean body twisting between crates, rifle never still. We carved a path to the vault, every step paid for in blood and brass. My shoulder burned where a round had kissed the edge