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I was in a cage with no key, and the man holding the bars was the only one who could keep my brother alive. "Problem, Miss St. Claire?" he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous. "No," I whispered, clutching the phone until my knuckles turned white. "No problem, Professor." "Good," he said, stepping into the light to adjust his cufflinks. "See you in class. Try to look like you haven't been banged into submission. It’s bad for my reputation."

Leather briefcase that landed on the desk with a decisive thud. No smile. No warmth. No “Hi, I’m your new professor” niceties. Just pure, distilled authority. “Literature,” he said, voice smooth like aged whiskey but slicing like glass. “Is the science of manipulation. I am Professor Alessandro Martinez. Let’s begin.” My heart stuttered, traitorously.

I'M DEAD ### " Not once, not twice, not thrice I've been caught you reading your nonsense novel in the middle of my discussion Ms. Madrigal. Not just me but almost of your subject teacher talked about this, talked about your behavior. Focus your attention on the discussion and you can read that novel of yours after the class ended. For now, I'll be keeping this for good." " But…" " No buts, Ms. Madrigal." I exited from our professor's office with heavy shoulders. I feel like my whole world collapses. Why does it have to be my book? I can't read my love anymore. I am at the very climax of the story. They already confessed, they kissed. What's next? What's next? What's next? I wanted to read i

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

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Sahithi lost count of the time as she stared at the book, turning pages without really reading anything. She just wanted to get this over with. “Tell me,” the professor asked suddenly. “what the author says in the first page.” She was startled by the sudden question. “Do you think you can fool me by turning the pages?” he was far more perceptive than what she had given him credit for. “Read the pages aloud from the beginning.”

I ask, His body literally vibrates with excitement, making me chuckle, and he launches into a spiel, telling me about this book he was reading currently, a romance novel about a student and her professor, Her Professor’s Pet is the title, and obviously I am intrigued. “It is so good, I have to pace myself, I can’t finish it too quickly, and I also can’t slow down.” he groans in frustration, and I find that cute. I make a mental note to read the book so we could have conversations about it, I wanted in on his mind and whatever he was thinking about. We talk about everything and nothing at same time, but the entire time, even with bitter chocolate ice cream in my mouth, I find myself at peace,

God, that’s the worst part. For a moment, she just stared at nothing, then exhaled. For me, sitting here in my safe space, it’s like watching someone walk willingly into a furnace and come out not burned, but forged into something new. Something terrifying and beautiful. At first, I was just horrified. What kind of monster is this professor? Using her mind, her ambition, her body, like some kind of lab experiment? The first chapter, where he just commands her to strip and… do that… for “applied theory”? It made my skin crawl. It felt like the worst kind of predation, disguised in intellectual bullshit. I wanted to scream at her through the pages: “RUN! GET OUT!”

Wait, why hasn't he busted me for being out of school campus without supervision? "Star Lore: Myths, Legends, and Facts, by William Tyler Olcott it's a great book. It's an easy read for a clever girl like you. I've noticed that you have quite a passion for my class." I take the book from his hands and look through some of its pages. It does look interesting and easy to read. By some miracle, my hands don't shake while I look through the book. I look at my professor. "Thanks, Professor Strauss." He smiles shyly.

LESSIE The moment I saw him, my pulse faltered. Professor Dante stepped into the lecture hall like a storm disguised in silk, silent but charged, drawing every gaze his way. The English auditorium was halfway through the class already, the air thick with the sound of scribbling pens and the professor’s voice gliding across literature themes. But when he entered, everything dimmed. Conversations stuttered. Pens froze. Even the fluorescent hum of the lights seemed to dull in his presence.