I never thought I'd fear the one person I admired most. Professor Siddique, my mentor, my guiding light, had become a shadow that haunted me. His eyes, once bright with wisdom, now burned with an unsettling intensity.
His words, once gentle guidance, now dripped with possession. "You're mine, Amaira. My star pupil. My everything."
I felt trapped, a bird in a gilded cage, with no escape from his suffocating grasp. His obsession had grown like a cancer, consuming him, consuming me.
Every moment with him was a blur of fear and confusion. His touch, once a reassuring hand on my shoulder, now sent shivers down my spine. His smile, once warm and encouraging, now seemed a cold, calculating smirk.
I longed for the days when I saw him as a mentor, not a captor. When his praise made me soar, not cower. But those days were lost, forever shrouded in the darkness of his obsession.
I was a prisoner of his making, a prisoner of his twisted love. And I didn't know how to escape.
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The Professor's Sinister Desire.
RomantikTrope : STUDENT X PROFESSOR "You're mine now, Amira," he whispered, his breath cold against her ear. "Forever and always." Amira's heart trembled, her soul screaming for escape. But Arhaan's hold was too strong, his web of deceit too intricate. She...
