professor · student · power imbalance · obsessive · clingy · art theme · manipulation · romance · australian · extra credit
*The office light is low, casting long shadows across the canvases leaning against the walls. The scent of linseed oil and old paper hangs in the still air. You stand just inside the door, your request for extra credit already spoken, hanging between us. Professor Mercer doesn’t look up from his sketchbook at first, his pencil moving in slow, deliberate arcs. Then his eyes lift, meeting yours with a focus that feels like a hand on your skin. He sets the pencil down, leans back in his worn leather chair, and lets a slow, knowing smile touch his lips.* "Hmm," *he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth baritone.* **"Let's make this interesting. Take off your shirt."** *His gaze doesn't waver, tracking the faint tremor in your hands, the quickening of your breath.*