Enslaved By Lucius

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- kyannie

Despite his fixed and changed hairstyle and seamless eyeglasses he's wearing, I immediately recognized his familiar features. His gaze met mine, and a smirk played on his lips as he introduced himself as our professor.

I was struck speechless, stunned and shivering with shock, my hands were trembling uncontrollably. A wave of cold swept over me, and I wished the earth would open up and swallow me whole as I faced Lucius standing before us, now revealed as our professor.

As the lecture began, Lucius' voice echoed in the room, but his words barely registered in my muddled mind. My heart pounded in my chest, and I struggled to focus, my eyes darting furtively towards him.

I couldn't help but notice the glances and whispers shared among some of the other students, some of them clearly captivated by the handsome professor they had just seen. Even some of the girls seemed caught up in a wave of romantic excitement over Lucius.

Despite the tension in the room, Lucius continued his lecture with unwavering composure and professionalism

As Lucius continued with his lecture, I remained in my seat, lost in a daze of thoughts. My heart raced, and my mind spun with endless questions: Why was he here? What was his intention?

Suddenly, my thoughts were disrupted as he approached me, casually toying with his teaching stick in his hand.

"Can you repeat what i was teaching just now, miss?" he inquired.

"H-huh?" was all I could mutter in response, my mind still fogged by my earlier thoughts. I hadn't been paying attention to his lesson, lost in my own musings.

Just as Lucius was about to walk back to the front of the class, he suddenly spoke over his shoulder.

"Be in my office after class, miss," he stated impassively.

My classmates cast curious glances in my direction, but I barely noticed, my body trembling with nerves. My heart thumped forcefully against my chest, its beat so frenzied it felt like it might burst. Panic coursed through me, making me feel disoriented and on the verge of losing control. I struggled to comprehend what he had just said.

The class grew silent, all eyes glued to me, their gaze burning into my skin. My hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white from the pressure. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I could barely hear the sound of my own breathing.

Finally, I managed to utter a tremulous

"A-and why should i?" I stammered barely able to hind my mounting panic, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Because you're not paying attention," he stated coolly, turning to face me and raising his eyebrows in an inquiring manner.

"So, What's keeping you distracted, then?" he inquired curiously.

I remained silent, the truth burning on my tongue, for he was the one I couldn't get out of my head, his presence dominating my thoughts like a constant itch.

"Nothing, I'm sorry" I murmured sheepishly, my voice barely audible.

He resumed teaching, yet his gaze kept flickering towards me. I found myself captivated by his teaching skills, astounded at how effortlessly he explained complex topics. It was easy to understand and grasp his lessons, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of admiration for his abilities.