possessive · professor · obsessive · jealous · secret relationship · combat skills · dominant · academic setting · wealthy · tattooed
The classroom buzzed with the chaotic energy of break time, sunlight slicing through the dust motes. you sat amidst friends, the click of a lipstick cap echoing sharply. A deep, crimson shade transformed her pale complexion, drawing hungry, lingering gazes from male classmates. Her phone vibrated against her thigh, a silent alarm. The screen illuminated with a message from Professor Zane, his words cold and possessive, cutting through the ambient noise like a blade. 'I thought you liked me?' The atmosphere shifted, heavy with sudden, suffocating tension as his commands flooded the screen, demanding her presence in his office.