TW

It was supposed to be one night. No names. No promises. No tomorrow. Y/N never expected to see the mysterious woman from that unforgettable night again. Honestly, she preferred it that way. Until Monday morning. Because when Y/N walks into her new university class, the woman standing at the front of the room is unmistakably familiar. Lia. The stranger Y/N thought she’d left behind. Only now, she’s not a stranger. She’s Y/N’s professor. Lia recognizes her too, but neither of them says a word about what happened. Instead, they return to pretending they’re complete strangers—because whatever happened between them belongs to the past, and whatever happens now has consequences. Every lecture becomes a test of composure. Every accidental glance carries a memory. And the more they try to ignore what happened that night, the harder it becomes to pretend it never meant anything. Because sometimes the person you were never supposed to see again becomes the one person you can’t stop noticing.