Romane von Abbeyy

The rush from class still hummed under my skin as I left the lecture hall. For once, I felt bold and alive for once. The way Professor Damien Vale had stared at my chest, losing his usual icy control, played on repeat in my mind. I adjusted the strap of my bag and walked down the quieter side corridor that led toward the main quad a narrow hallway lined with old bulletin boards and dim lighting.I didn’t see Julian coming. His hand shot out from a shadowed alcove, grabbing my wrist and yanking me into the narrow space between two pillars. My back hit the wall with a soft thud. He loomed over me, breathing hard, his usually handsome face twisted with raw jealousy. “What the fuck was that, Ava?” he hissed, voice low and venomous. His grip on my wrist tightened. “You think parading your tits around like that in his class is cute? I saw the way he was looking at you. Staring like a fucking animal. That’s my view. Only for my eyes.” I tried to pull away, heart racing. “Julian, let go.

I was done playing small. After Julian’s latest threat and the way Professor Damien Vale had looked at my short skirt yesterday, something reckless woke up inside me. I wanted to be seen. Really seen, especially by him. So I chose my outfit deliberately this morning, a tight, deep V-neck top that plunged dangerously low, the kind of top I’d never dared wear before. My breasts were almost fully exposed, the soft curves on full display with every movement. Paired with the same short skirt from yesterday, I felt powerful, dangerous and alive. My heart pounded as I walked into Professor Damien Vale’s class. The room went noticeably quieter. Heads turned and whispers started immediately.Sophia and Lila were already in the front row. Sophia’s eyes widened, then narrowed with vicious delight. “Oh my God,” she said loudly, laughing. “Look at Blake trying to cosplay as a stripper. Did you lose a bet, or are you just that desperate for attention?” Lila joined in, cackling. “Those things a

I couldn’t wait to tell them. The moment I spotted Mia and Zara at our usual bench near the fountain, I practically skipped over, my short skirt swishing with every excited step. My cheeks were still warm from the encounter with Professor Damien Vale, and for the first time in days, I felt something other than dread. “You guys will never believe what just happened,” I said breathlessly as I dropped onto the bench between them. Mia looked up from her notes with a curious smile, while Zara raised an eyebrow, already sensing my energy. “Spill,” Zara demanded, leaning forward. “You look like you just won the lottery.”I bit my lip, grinning like an idiot. “I helped Professor Vale carry his books to his office this morning. His car is insane, like a super expensive flashy sports car. And when we got there… he took off his coat and I was just staring, and he noticed my skirt.” Mia’s eyes widened. “He noticed your skirt? What did he say?” “He murmured something about it violating the

The morning air felt electric as I stepped onto campus. After yesterday’s emotional rollercoaster in his office, I’d chosen my outfit with purpose a fitted white blouse tucked into a very short black pleated skirt that barely reached mid-thigh. It was bold and risky. Definitely pushing the boundaries of the dress code. But after the way Professor Damien Vale had looked at me yesterday, I wanted to feel seen. Desired. Even if only in my own fantasies.My heart was already racing when I heard the low, throaty growl of an engine. A sleek matte-black sports car far too luxurious and flashy for any ordinary professor slid into the faculty parking spot. The door opened, and there he was.Professor Damien Vale. He stepped out looking like sin wrapped in designer clothes. Dark trousers hugging powerful thighs, a crisp white shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a tailored black coat draped over one shoulder. His dark hair caught the morning light, and those intense eyes scanned the ar

The photoshop scandal still haunted me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Everywhere I went on Tuesday, people stared. Some smirked, some whispered. A few had the nerve to laugh openly. I kept my head high and my mouth shut, but inside I was screaming.By late afternoon, I couldn’t avoid it anymore. The project for Professor Damien Vale’s class was due by 5 p.m., and I had already missed the digital submission deadline because of the chaos. The only option left was handing it in physically at his office. My hands trembled as I clutched the USB drive and printed report. Zara offered to come with me, but I told her no. I needed to do this alone.The faculty building was quiet at this hour. My footsteps echoed down the polished hallway until I reached his door. Professor Damien Vale. The nameplate alone made my pulse race. I took a deep breath, knocked softly, and pushed the door open when I heard his low voice say, “Come in.”He was sitting behind his large oak desk like a king on a throne

The next morning, I woke up with a dull headache and the familiar knot of anxiety in my stomach. Another day of navigating my life Sophia, Lila, Julian, and the constant effort of pretending I wasn’t affected by any of it. I stared at my reflection in the small bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth harder than necessary. You’re invincible, Ava and you’ve survived worse. But some days it felt like a lie. The campus was bustling when I arrived. I kept my head down as I walked toward the business building, hoping to avoid drama before my first class. But a loud splash of liquid hit my back. I froze mid-step. Cold coffee soaked through my light blue blouse and dripped down my spine. Laughter erupted behind me. “Oops!” Sophia’s voice rang out, she was giggling. “My bad, Blake. I didn’t see you there. You really should stop blending into the background like a nobody.”Lila stood beside her, holding her own cup, smirking like she’d just won the lottery. A small crowd had already gathered, p