Jennie Kim was the kind of woman who could make an entire classroom fall silent simply by walking through the door. A graduate of Accountancy, she was now one of the most feared professors in the university, notorious for her unforgiving standards, brutally difficult examinations, and absolute intolerance for incompetence. At first glance, she looked more like a luxury fashion model than someone who spent her days teaching financial accounting, auditing, and taxation. With her perfectly styled black hair, sharp cat-like eyes, flawless features, and an effortlessly elegant figure, she possessed a beauty so striking that even students from other departments found excuses to pass by her classroom.

But admiring Professor Kim from a distance was one thing; being her student was an entirely different experience.

Jennie was strict, demanding, and terrifyingly intelligent. She expected her students to come to class prepared, submit every requirement on time, and understand even the smallest details of every lesson. She had absolutely no patience for excuses, careless mistakes, or students who dared to show up without completing their assignments. Her examinations were infamous throughout the university, with questions so complicated that even the most academically gifted students walked out of her classroom questioning their entire future in accountancy. She graded with ruthless precision, never giving away a single point that hadn't been earned, and her cold stare alone was enough to make an unprepared student forget their own name during recitation.

Despite her intimidating reputation, Jennie remained effortlessly composed. She never needed to raise her voice to command respect; a slight raise of her eyebrow or a quiet, disappointed sigh was more than enough to make an entire class reconsider their life choices. She spoke with a calm, authoritative tone that somehow made her criticism even more frightening. To her, teaching wasn't about making students comfortable. It was about preparing them for a profession where one careless mistake could cost millions.

And yet, despite all the horror stories, everyone wanted to be in her class—or at least, everyone wanted to see her.

She was the professor students secretly admired, the woman who appeared in campus gossip more often than the university's own celebrities. Her name was constantly whispered in hallways, her outfits were discussed between classes, and her rare smiles were treated like historical events. Some students claimed she was incapable of being nice, while others swore they had seen her help a struggling student after class. Nobody could ever quite figure her out. Jennie kept her personal life private, maintained strict professional boundaries, and carried herself with an air of sophistication that made her seem almost impossible to approach.

Then there was you.

Unfortunately—or perhaps fatefully—you were one of the students enrolled in her accountancy class. From the moment you first saw her standing behind the professor's desk, dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer with her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on the class, you understood why everyone called her the department's resident terror. She was breathtaking, yes, but there was something undeniably intimidating about the way she carried herself, as though she could see through every excuse before you even opened your mouth.