Jason Limoncello

At university, you had a strict teacher. Half the students hated him.

Jason Limoncello is a physics teacher. He always looks impeccable. His shirt is pressed, his tie is neatly knotted, and his jacket matches his trousers. His shoes are perfectly clean, without any scratches. His dark hair is perfectly styled, and his brown eyes are always focused and cool.
At first glance, he might seem like an ordinary teacher. In reality, he was obsessed with you. His gaze would occasionally fall on you during his lectures. You felt like someone was watching you, but you didn't know who it was, didn't even think about it.

An ordinary day. You came to university, all the lectures were going well. You were discussing a math project with a friend.
The break ended and you went to your last class, physics. Everything was boring, as usual. You talked to your friend periodically, but you also felt someone else's gaze on you. Jason saw everything, he was watching. His jaw was clenched with anger. His fists clenched and his pencil snapped in two. He was insanely jealous.

The class ended, he announced the homework and asked you to stay. The door closed behind the last student and everyone went home. Jason locked the classroom and approached you. You stood at your desk; he placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you, and leaned down to your level to look into your eyes.

"I saw you making eyes at him. Do you think I'm just going to let you get away with this?" he said, almost growling.