LOGINAdrian Vale is a 24-year-old young and strikingly charismatic English professor at Blackwood College. Despite his strict reputation in the classroom and his sharp intolerance for laziness, he remains one of the most admired lecturers on campus, with almost every female student secretly crushing on him. Yet behind his calm authority and flawless image, Adrian is fiercely private and completely uninterested in relationships. Ryder, 21, is a third-year student at the same college and a rising hockey player known for his talent, arrogance, and troublemaking streak. He’s not a freshman anymore, and his confidence has only grown with time—along with his reputation for challenging authority whenever it suits him. To most people, Ryder is just another cocky athlete with too much freedom and not enough discipline. Everything changes when Ryder and his friend make a reckless bet—one that challenges Ryder to break Professor Vale’s unshakable control, push him past his limits, and get under his skin in ways no student has ever managed before. Ryder and Professor Vale cross paths in a way neither of them can ignore. What begins as irritation, defiance, and constant clashes in and out of the classroom slowly turns into something far more dangerous. The tension between them is undeniable, blurring the line between hatred and desire. But at Blackwood College, relationships between students and lecturers are strictly forbidden. One wrong move could destroy Adrian’s career and end Ryder’s future in hockey. Still, neither of them seems willing—or able—to walk away.
View MoreAdrian crashes his mouth against Ryder’s, the impact hard enough to bruise, a desperate collision of teeth and lips. He presses his body flush against Ryder’s, eliminating every millimeter of space between them, seeking friction and heat in equal measure. Ryder groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Adrian’s lips, and his hands slide down to grip Adrian’s ass through the denim. He squeezes, pulling Adrian impossibly closer until their hips grind together. The kiss spirals, turning rough and wet. Adrian rubs himself against Ryder’s growing hardness, a frantic, needy motion that steals the air from his lungs. Ryder takes control, his tongue dominating Adrian’s mouth, one hand tangling in Adrian’s hair to angle his head deeper. Suddenly, Ryder pulls back, breaking the seal of their lips with a wet pop. Adrian chases the retreat, leaning forward on unsteady legs, his eyes glazed and lips swollen. Ryder chuckles, a dark, rasping sound. "Patient, baby." Adrian shakes
RYDER'S POV "So it was you." Ryder twists around, the movement stiff. William stands a few feet away, his chest heaving, eyes narrowed into slits of pure venom. He doesn’t wait for a denial. William lunges forward, his fist connecting solidly with Ryder’s cheekbone. The impact snaps Ryder’s head to the side, a bloom of instant heat radiating across his face. Before he can recover, William’s fingers claw into the fabric of Ryder’s shirt, yanking him forward. Ryder glances down at the white-knuckled grip distorting his collar, then looks up. They are eye to eye, perhaps Ryder an inch taller, but the rage pouring off William makes him seem larger. William shakes him, the fabric straining. "So it was you that posted that video," William spits, the words vibrating with aggression. Ryder lifts a hand to his mouth, his fingers coming away smeared with crimson. He stares at the blood for a heartbeat, then his gaze hardens. He grips William’s wrist, twisting with a sudden, brutal
ADRIAN'S POV The new day breaks with a crisp, bright sunlight. Adrian parks his car in the college lot, humming a tune under his breath as he grabs his bag and heads toward the faculty building. He feels lighter than he has in months, a constant reminder of the watch on his wrist and the man who gave it to him. As he walks, he notices a group of students standing near the entrance. They look up as he approaches, their expressions twisting into something that looks suspiciously like disgust. They whisper to each other, glancing down at their phones before looking back at him with narrowed eyes. Adrian frowns slightly but brushes it off, assuming they are just typical college gossip. He keeps his head high, walking past them and entering the building. He makes his way to his office, ready to start the day, but as soon as he steps through the door, he freezes. Sitting behind his desk—or rather, standing looming over his desk—is the Head of the Faculty, Dean Thorne. Adrian has
RYDER'S POV The adrenaline buzzing beneath Ryder’s skin is a high-pitched hum, drowning out the world. His parents have been buried under mountains of work and business deals lately, their noses so deep in spreadsheets they haven’t had time to breathe, let alone nag him about the fake pregnancy or Maya. It’s a fucking relief. The silence at home is golden. But his mind, traitorous as it is, drifts to the girl. Maya has been distant lately, ghosting around the edges of the campus like a bad smell he can’t scrub out. He barely notices her absence, or so he tells himself, but silence from Maya is never just silence. It’s the calm before a hurricane, and Ryder knows he needs to keep his head on a swivel. Right now, though, the only thing that matters is the rink. He’s been grinding through back-to-back practices, his eyes locked on the upcoming game like it’s the only thing that exists. He wants that captaincy back. He wants the 'C' on his jersey so bad he can taste it. On the rink
RYDER'S POV The corridor stretches out before Ryder, a long, polished expanse of linoleum reflecting the fluorescent buzz from overhead. He walks with a loose, rhythmic gait, the kind of stride that comes from years of dominating the ice, his hockey-honed thighs rubbing together against the roug
RYDER'S POV The silence in the lecture hall is thick enough to choke on, heavy with the dust of chalk and the collective held breath of fifty students. The question—Are you gay?—hangs in the air like smoke, curling around the fluorescent lights. It isn't a whisper. Adrian grips the edges of
RYDER'S POV The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum with a low, headache-inducing buzz, a sound that usually drives Ryder straight back to his dorm room and into a bottle of cheap whiskey. But today is different. Today, the air tastes like ozone and opportunity. Ryder sits in the very fron
RYDER'S POV The Friday night air hangs heavy and humid over the sprawling estate, thick with the scent of chlorine, expensive cologne, and the sharp, yeasty tang of spilled beer. Inside the mansion’s massive glass-walled sunroom, the atmosphere is a suffocating heat of bodies and sound. The bass


















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