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The lecture hall emptied, leaving only the chalk dust hanging in the slanted afternoon light. Professor Silas turned the lock, the sound sharp and final. He leaned back against the edge of his desk, his tall, lean frame casting a long shadow that stretched toward you. His chestnut eyes, dark and unyielding, fixed on yours, peeling away the day’s pretense. The air tightened, thick with the scent of his cologne and the ghost of last night’s skin. He stepped forward, his hand lifting to brush your hip with a slow, claiming familiarity. The classroom, a place of theories and notes, had become the clandestine stage for your forbidden story.