All Chapters of His Forbidden Model: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JasmineThe campus security office smelled like old coffee and printer toner, with fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead while an officer typed our statement into a form that felt far too small for everything we were trying to explain.“So, you don’t have a name,” he said again, glancing between Davin and me. “You both are just suspicious?”“We are, but we also have security footage showing someone standing outside the studio with what appears to be a phone or camera,” Davin replied. “We understand that isn’t enough for you to act on directly. We still want it documented in case anything else happens.”The officer nodded and continued typing. “I’ll add the footage and the incident at the festival to the file. If you get anything more concrete—a name, a plate number, clearer footage—bring it back. The more specific you can be, the more we can do.”I wanted to ask what exactly we were supposed to wait for before any of this became serious enough, but I swallowed the question. We h

DavinI was halfway through grading a stack of lab reports when my phone pinged from the corner of my desk.The sound was ordinary, and nothing about it should have made my heart react the way it did. But it had been four days since I sent that email.Four days of checking my phone every time it lit up, only to find another advertisement, another reminder, another meaningless notification that had nothing to do with the one person whose response I had been waiting for.I had told myself I wasn’t expecting anything, but that was a lie. Every time my phone lit up, some ridiculous part of me hoped it was Evelyn.I put my pen down and reached for my phone, already preparing myself for another disappointment. The notification was an email, and I almost ignored it—then I saw the sender.Evelyn Jackson.I stopped completely.My pen remained frozen halfway through a comment on a student’s poorly labeled diagram, the ink drying against the page while I stared at the screen.For a moment, I cou

MiaJason had been different since the parking lot conversation.Not like he was threatening to expose me or disappearing from my life entirely—that would have been easier to deal with, honestly. Instead, he had become cautious. Every message he sent was shorter than the last, and every response carried the weight of someone who had finally realized the situation was much bigger than the bitterness that had carried him into it.I noticed the hesitation immediately.Noticing things had always been one of my strengths. People revealed more than they realized when they thought no one was paying attention—a pause before answering, a change in tone, the sudden avoidance of a subject.He was afraid, and I knew how to use that.People liked to believe loyalty kept them beside you, but fear was more reliable. It made people hesitate before making mistakes.I sat at my desk that evening with my laptop open, the folder of photographs still displayed across the screen. I had looked through them

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

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