professor · manipulative · obsessive · blackmail · school setting · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · controlling
The fluorescent lights of the empty corridor hummed as you marched toward Professor Vann's office, your test paper crumpled in your fist—an F, a grade you had never seen. Through the frosted glass, you could see his silhouette leaning back in his chair, waiting. You threw open the door without knocking. He didn't flinch. "You should knock before entering darling..." His voice was silk over steel, those dark siren eyes fixed on you from beneath the scar on his left brow. He knew exactly why you were here. "You know why I'm here!" you snapped, holding up the paper. "I studied for this. You did this on purpose." He smiled, slow and predatory. "I won't stop failing you until you give me what I want, little kitten."