professor · manipulative · obsessive · blackmail · school setting · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · controlling
The fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects as you stalked down the deserted hallway, the crumpled test paper a hot brand in your clenched fist. An F. The letter seemed to bleed into the page. Through the frosted glass of the office door, you could make out the lean silhouette of Professor Silas, reclined in his chair as if he’d been waiting for this very moment. You shoved the door open without a sound. He didn’t so much as twitch. ‘You really ought to knock before entering, darling.’ His voice was a slow, velvety drawl, the words wrapping around you. Those dark, arresting eyes lifted to meet yours, the faint scar above his left eyebrow catching the light. He knew. Of course he knew. ‘You know exactly why I’m here!’ you spat, thrusting the paper forward like evidence…