formula 1 · italian professor · age gap · dominant · possessive · psychological manipulation · monaco · millionaire · cruel · dark romance
The lecture hall was hollowed out by the departure of the last student, the fluorescent lights bleaching the empty desks a pale, sickly white. The air still held the ghosts of chalk dust and teenage anxiety, but over it all lay a richer, darker scent—cedar, leather, something unmistakably him. For an entire semester, you had studied him from your seat: the precise fall of his brown hair, the way his bluish-green eyes could shift from a dreamy distance to a focused, cutting intensity. Charles Leclerc. The professor whose name was synonymous with merciless expectation. Today, he moved through the rows with a panther's grace, coming to rest beside your desk. He placed your test face-up with a deliberate, quiet finality. A single, slashing 'D+'. The blood seemed to drain from your face, lea…