PROFESSOR'S PET (M×M)
HO PEthis time the tears were mineim in love with my professoraccidentally kissed my alpha professorhere i am once again torn into pieces
Really fucking brilliant.
I walked over to the couch and collapsed into it, elbows on my knees, head in my hands. My side still ached from the gunshot wound, but that pain was nothing compared to the hollow feeling in my chest.
I thought about the scar hidden beneath my shirt — the raised silver feather Old Might had carved into me when I was nineteen. Every single day, without fail, I perform the same ritual. After every shower, before every time Ethan might see me shirtless, I apply the medical-grade silicone scar sheets. Thin, flesh-toned, almost invisible once they set. Then I layer on high-coverage concealer made specifically for tattoos and heavy scarring, blend the edges until they di