Obsessed ang Teacher ko Sa’kin

Liyro's POV They call me the Silent Architect because I build empires without making a sound. In the boardroom, my logic is absolute. In the classroom, my authority is unquestioned. My family—my parents, Alyssa and Lucas, and my five younger siblings—see a pillar of strength, a man too cold to be ruled by anything as fickle as an emotion. They are wrong. I am a man possessed. My control is a façade, a carefully constructed dike holding back a black ocean of obsession. And tonight, as I sat in my parked car across a dimly lit bistro, I watched that dike crumble. Through the glass window, I saw her. Elara. She wasn't looking at me. She was laughing, her head tilted back, her hand resting on the arm of the man sitting across from her. Him. Her boyfriend. A struggling artist with paint-stained hands and a smile that promised a simple, happy life. A life I could never give her because my world is made of gold, power, and secrets. Naramdaman ko ang pag-init ng dugo ko. Passion. Love. Ang mga bagay na itinuturo ko sa klase na hadlang sa negosyo. Ngunit dito, habang tinitignan ko silang magkahawak-kamay, naramdaman ko ang isang pighati na mas masakit pa sa anumang pagkatalo sa stock market. I am Liyro Dave Ferrer. The Perfect Heir. I have everything—except her. "Bakit siya, Elara?" bulong ko sa dilim ng sasakyan ko. "Bakit hindi ako?" This is my secret sin. Not the high-end intimacy with transactional partners. Those are just balance sheets. This... this is my Midnight Audit of my Soul. My unrequited obsession. I started the engine and drove away, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. This is the stress that fuels my other hidden hobby. The erotic prose that no one—not even my parents—knows about. It's my only escape. Later that night, sa St. Jude Academy, I walked into my office. I didn't open any business files. I sat down and opened my secret folder. Nagsimulang gumalaw ang mga daliri ko sa keyboard, transforming my agony into words. "He watched her from the shadows, knowing every breath she took was a gift to another man. He wanted to ruin her purity, to stain her white dress with his blue ink, to make her realize that a starving artist cannot feed her soul the way his power could. But he was a coward on paper, an architect of fantasies that would never become his reality..." My family sees a saint. My students see a god. Little do they know, their god is a prisoner of his own heart. He is starving for a love that isn't his to take. And as the sun began to rise over the city, I closed the file, adjusted my glasses, and prepared to become the "Ice Professor" once again.