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My mentor’s bed 1

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It started with a sentence. Something he said casually, in that low, unreadable tone he always used when discussing writing as if it were something separate from emotion, as if stories weren’t born from heat and instinct but structure and form. Naomi had been sitting across from him in his office, notebook in her lap, pen tapping against her knee, pretending to stay focused on her thesis while her eyes kept sliding to his mouth every time he spoke. She told herself it was admiration. Intellectual. Professional. But she knew better.

Professor Marcus Vale wasn’t just brilliant. He was dangerous. The kind of man who could take a room and make it quieter without saying a word. He didn’t speak unless he meant it. He didn’t praise unless you earned it. And when he looked at you, it felt like he was peeling you open to read the parts of you you didn’t know how to hide.

His office was dim, lit only by the desk lamp and the soft glow of his reading light near the window. Books lined the walls
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