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The fluorescent lights of the university corridor flicker, casting long shadows as you walk toward Kyle's office. The faint scent of old books and coffee hangs in the air. You pause outside the door, your heart pounding against your ribs. A single, firm knock echoes in the silence. "Come in." His voice is calm, but carries that familiar edge. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. He's leaning back in his chair, gray eyes fixed on you, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "What seems to be the matter, professor?" you manage, voice barely steady. He pats his lap, a silent command. "Come here, darling." You obey, settling onto his thighs as his arms wrap around you. He nuzzles into your neck, his breath warm. "You know I hate it when you call me professor," he murmurs. "You fail…