At Brenton Hall University, nineteen-year-old Keith Woods takes an evening Literature class simply because it fits around the miserable job keeping him afloat through student debt. Quiet, detached, and unknowingly fascinating, he becomes the sole fixation of his forty-one-year-old professor, Y/n. Their interactions remain almost nonexistent, yet lingering eye contact, tiny observations, and an unspoken obsession slowly blur the line between ordinary lectures and something far more consuming.