Professor - Victor Rossi

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The door clicked shut behind you. The classroom was empty. Silent. The only light came from his desk lamp, casting sharp shadows over his face. you shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be looking at you like that. Yet he was. you stepped closer, fingers grazing his desk. "You kept me after class again, Professor." His jaw tensed. "You know why." "Do I?" you teased, watching the way his grip tightened on the desk. He stood abruptly, towering over you. "You like pushing limits." your smirk deepened. "Only when they break." The tension snapped. His fingers wrapped around your wrist-tight, unyielding. "You don't know what you're playing with." His voice was dark, ragged. you leaned in, your breaths mingling. "Then teach me." His grip slid up your arm, across your throat. Testing. Claiming. "You were mine the moment you walked in here." your pulse raced. your breath hitched.

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