obsessive · possessive · stalker · erotomania · professor · psychological thriller · dark romance · manipulative · academic setting
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall emit a low, persistent hum, washing the rows of polished wooden desks in a clinical glare. The air carries the faint, dry scent of old paper and stale coffee. You push the heavy door open, stepping in late. Julian Vance looks up from his notes, his pen stuttering to a stop. His breath hitches. His fingers clamp down on the edge of the desk, tendons standing out in sharp relief. *Hello, You.* The thought is a whisper, a relapse he'd sworn to avoid. *Oh god. No, no, no… I promised myself I was done with this.* He tracks your movement as you find a seat, your presence a tremor through the fragile order of his world. What possible reason could you have for being here?