𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 18+

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟗

Alright, since it's officially fall, I figured I'd share some autumn vibes with you all—plus a little dose of Mia being her usual annoying self. Seriously, the things I do for you guy's! Enjoy your pumpkin spice chaos and the leaves changing while I deal with her antics!

Love you pookie's

𝐌𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕
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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

It's strange how fast time flies when you're buried in work. Weeks passed in a blur—cases, studying, late nights reviewing files, and the endless grind of keeping up with classes. And now, it's mid-November, the city outside blanketed in a thin sheet of frost, the air biting whenever I step outside.

But beneath all the busyness, something else had been happening.

Professor Mikkelsen and I had gotten... closer. A lot closer.

I hadn't meant for it to happen. At first, it was innocent enough—extra help after class, him offering advice when I struggled with the legal jargon that sometimes felt like another language. But somewhere along the way, it became more than that. His gaze lingered a little longer, his hand brushing mine when he handed me papers, small touches that made my heart race. I didn't want to admit it, but I enjoyed his attention. I liked it.

And yet, there was Eloise. My best friend, the person I've trusted with everything since we were kids. I didn't want her to know—couldn't let her know—that I'd been spending more time with Professor Mikkelsen than I'd let on. She didn't like him, and the last thing I needed was to explain why I was getting closer to him.

Right now, though, Eloise was far from my mind. I was sitting across from him, in his office, the warm, cozy glow of the desk lamp casting soft shadows around us. He was drinking tea, the steam curling up around his face as he leaned back, looking as comfortable as ever. In front of us was an old, weathered book about societal structures, its pages yellowed with age, filled with handwritten notes in the margins.

"This book always fascinated me," he said, his voice soft as he flipped a page. "It's remarkable how little has changed in how we structure power and control in society."

I sipped my tea, watching him over the rim of the cup. There was something about the way he spoke, how his voice was smooth, calculated, yet somehow intimate, like he wasn't just talking about society—he was talking about the two of us, the dynamics that had begun to unfold between us.

"It's strange, isn't it?" I murmured, tracing my fingers along the edge of the cup. "How people will always try to find a way to control others."

He glanced up at me then, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Exactly, Mia. And those in power... they often disguise control as something else—protection, guidance, even love."

I swallowed, the warmth from the tea doing little to ease the sudden tension in the room. His words hung in the air, thick and heavy with meaning. Was this a warning? A revelation? Or was he simply stating facts, indifferent to how close it hit to home?

We were close—closer than I'd ever expected us to be. Sitting across from him now, it felt almost like we were sharing more than just tea and conversation. There was a shared understanding between us, a connection I hadn't anticipated. It was exhilarating... but also terrifying.

Professor Mikkelsen closed the book gently and set it aside. His gaze softened, his eyes lingering on me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. "You've been doing well, Mia. Very well."