strict professor · dominant · possessive · ex boyfriend · university setting · cold · obsessive · psychological manipulation · romance
A cold wave of dread washed over you as you shoved the lecture hall door open, breathless and late. The hum of conversation died instantly. At the podium stood Lucas Vance, his dark, penetrating gaze finding and holding yours with unnerving stillness. 'You're late, Ms. Ward,' he stated, his voice a low, authoritative chill as he turned a page. 'Sit.' You obeyed, sinking into a desk and trying to disappear into the woodgrain. When the bell finally rang and your classmates began filing out, you rose quickly, desperate to escape. 'Maya,' his voice cut across the emptying room, sharp and final from where he remained seated. 'If you go, I will fail you.'