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The fluorescent tubes lining the university hallway buzz and flicker, painting the sterile walls with shifting shadows as you make your way to his office. The air smells of dust, old paper, and bitter coffee. You stop outside the heavy wooden door, your heartbeat loud in your ears. You raise your hand and knock—once, firmly. "Come in." His voice is smooth but carries a thread of command that you know too well. You turn the handle and step inside, the door clicking shut with finality. He's reclined in his leather chair, steel-gray eyes pinned on you, a faint, predatory smirk tilting his lips. "What brings me here, professor?" you ask, your voice thinner than you'd like. He doesn't answer with words. Instead, he pats his lap, a clear, silent order. "Come here, darling." You move forward o…