Midnight fibres

The engineering building feels completely different at night.During the day it's full of noise—students rushing, machines humming, lectures echoing through halls. At midnight, it's almost peaceful. Fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, and long hallways echo with every step.Technically, students aren't supposed to be here this late. But Maisie gave me the after-hours code for the textile lab. "Creative emergencies," she called it.Tonight qualifies.Because I can't stop thinking about the assignment. Or the emails. Or the way Professor Adrian Hale said he was "looking forward" to my approach. That single line has been replaying in my head all evening.Not because it was flirtatious. It wasn't. It was simply interested. Curious.And curiosity from a man like him feels strangely intoxicating.I push open the lab door.Inside, the room smells faintly of cotton fibres and machine oil. Large testing eq

Last Updated : 2026-03-13

lines that must not be crossed

Adrian's POVThe moment I leave the lab, the cold Edinburgh air hits me like a reprimand.Good. I deserve it.The university courtyard is nearly empty at this hour. Rain drifts lazily through the yellow glow of streetlamps, and the ancient stone buildings loom like silent judges. Inside one of those buildings is a student. A brilliant, curious, dangerously captivating student.And I just spent twenty minutes watching her weave silk like it was second nature.I walk faster. Distance. That's the only sensible strategy now.Because the problem isn't simply that Céline Laurent is attractive. Universities are full of attractive people. The problem is that she is fascinating. And fascination is much harder to control.By the time I reach my flat, the rain has soaked through my coat. Perfect. A cold shower for the brain.Inside, the apartment is dark and quiet. I drop my keys on the kitchen counter and stare

Last Updated : 2026-03-13

All Chapters of Seams of Obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Midnight fibres

lines that must not be crossed