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Author: Moonbunnie
last update publish date: 2026-07-20 21:40:53

Jasmine

Davin’s phone rang just as I was easing back into position under the lights. He glanced at the screen and sighed—I chuckled softly, already having a good guess of who it was.

“I need to take this,” he said, already moving toward the window. “Give me five minutes.”

I nodded. “Take your time.”

He disappeared into the hallway that led toward the living quarters, and a moment later, I heard his voice soften.

“Hi, Grandma…”

The studio settled into the usual quiet it fell into whenever I was
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  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   102

    JASMINEMy palms were already damp before the hearing even began.I wiped them against the sides of my skirt, then curled my fingers around my bag before anyone could notice them shaking.I had been sitting in the car for almost five minutes before finally getting out, my fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of my bag as if holding onto it would somehow keep me steady.It was strange because I had spent the entire night preparing for this moment, going over every question Patricia might ask and practicing my answers until I knew exactly what I wanted to say.But standing outside the hearing room, knowing that my future, Davin’s career, and everything we’d fought so hard to protect could be decided today, all that preparation suddenly felt useless.The conversation died down as soon as we stepped inside. At the front of the room, five committee members sat behind a long table, their folders already open. Dean Whitmore occupied the center seat, a stack of documents arranged neatly i

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   101

    JasmineThe papers covered Davin's kitchen table by the time Patricia finished organizing everything.Patricia had given everything a place, labeling each piece of evidence and separating it into its own folder. Watching her sort through it eased something in me. With every folder she closed and every document she placed in its proper stack, some of the tightness in my shoulders loosened.For the first time in days, I had something to do besides refreshing my phone and waiting for the next piece of bad news.Patricia Reyes had been recommended by someone from Davin's old gallery circle. Within minutes of sitting across from her, I saw why he trusted her. She asked direct questions, took careful notes, and never once reached for an easy answer."Jason's testimony changes things greatly," she said, sliding one folder toward me. "The evidence of drugging gives us a much stronger argument. This is no longer just a situation involving an inappropriate relationship between a professor and s

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   100

    JasonThe suspension notice went out campus-wide by noon.It was written in the careful, professional language universities use when they want to make something serious sound like a simple administrative matter. There were no names mentioned, no accusations, no details about what had happened, just a statement about an ongoing investigation involving a faculty member and a student.But everyone knew, and by the time I walked into my afternoon lecture, the entire campus was already talking.People whispered in the hallways, and students who normally rushed between classes stood around in groups, their voices lowered as they discussed something that wasn’t supposed to be their business. Except everyone wanted to know. They wanted to see the person whose life had suddenly become a public spectacle.I sat at the back of the lecture hall, barely listening to anything the professor said. My attention kept drifting toward the conversations happening around me.A student a few rows ahead pull

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   99

    JASMINEI woke up to forty-seven unread messages and a missed call from a number I didn't recognize.For a few seconds, I just stared at my phone, still caught somewhere between sleep and waking, wondering why so many people had tried to reach me before eight in the morning. Then I opened the first message and saw that it was from Bella.Bella: Jasmine. Call me. Something's going around campus about you and someone. I don't know how true it is, but people are talking.I sat up immediately, the sleep clearing from my eyes.My fingers suddenly felt colder than they should have been as I scrolled through the rest of the notifications. Ari had called three times, and Bella had sent two more messages after the first one, each one sounding more anxious than the last.There was another missed call from the unknown number, but no voicemail, no explanation, nothing except the uneasy feeling that whatever had happened, it had already moved faster than I could react.Then, worse of all, I notice

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   98

    MiaThe photograph that finally decided for me came three nights after I had closed the laptop and told myself I needed more time.I had gone back to the alley across from Davin’s apartment almost without thinking. That was the part I found most interesting afterward.There had been a time when every visit had felt deliberate, every step planned, every angle calculated. I knew why I was there and exactly what I wanted to find.That night, I wasn’t entirely sure anymore. Habit had become easier than intention.For months, I had built my life around watching Jasmine. I’d learned her schedule, her routines, the places she went, and the people she trusted. I had spent so much time gathering evidence that I had almost forgotten what I intended to do with it once I finally had enough.Then I saw her.The bedroom curtain wasn’t completely closed, but there was a small gap that allowed the light from inside the apartment to spill through. For a moment, I simply stood there, watching the outli

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   97

    DavinI noticed it first in small things.Nothing dramatic enough to immediately justify concern. Nothing obvious enough that I could point to a single moment and say, There. That’s when something changed.It was just a pattern.Jasmine texted more often now.Not simply the check-ins we’d agreed on after the festival—arrived safe, home safe—the practical reassurances born from genuine danger.These were different.A photo of her lunch with no real caption. A question about my day that arrived within minutes of her last message, before I’d even had time to respond to the first.A small Are you free tonight? on an evening when we had no plans.When I told her I had grading to finish, she never complained. She never accused me of anything. She simply replied that it was fine, but there was always a small disappointment in the way she responded, one that lingered even through a screen.At first, I told myself it was understandable. She had been through something terrifying. Someone had dr

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   4

    JasmineThe pounding in my head woke me before my alarm did.For several seconds, I lay perfectly still, my eyes closed against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. The brightness felt cruel, pressing insistently against my eyelids while a dull ache pulsed behind them.Every part of me felt

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   3

    JasmineThe bass from the speakers thudded against my ribs hard enough to feel like another heartbeat.Or maybe that was just the alcohol.I sat hunched over the bar, a half-empty shot glass in my hand, my fifth shot of the night. At that moment, the bar felt like a safe space.Even though it smell

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   2

    Jasmine“What the fuck!?”For a second, nobody moved.The room smelled like sweat and cheap vanilla candles—the type Mia always burned when she studied. Her laptop still sat open on the desk beside the bed, highlighted notes glowing against the screen like some sick joke.Jason was sprawled across

  • His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession   1

    Jasmine“I’ve told you, Jasmine, you’re too fat for that. You look like a potato in that dress,” Mia said with a small laugh, like she was making an innocent observation instead of saying something so insulting.I looked at her through the mirror.She was lying across my bed comfortably, scrolling

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