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His World, His Rules..

The bell rang, end of class , students rushed out, their voices filling the hallways with chatter. But Emma stayed behind, caught in the same unease that had plagued her since the morning. Mr. Elwood hadn't spoken much during the lesson, but his presence had been almost overwhelming...his eyes, sharp and calculating, constantly flicking toward her.

As the last student filed out, Mr. Elwood's voice broke through the silence. "Emma."

Her heart skipped. She looked up to find him standing by the desk, his gaze unwavering. "Can you stay for a moment?" he asked, his tone casual, but the undertone was clear. This wasn't a request.

Emma swallowed. She knew she should leave. She knew it was dangerous to stay behind with him. But she couldn't move. Something in her....a mixture of curiosity and dread , kept her rooted to the spot.

"Of course, Mr. Elwood," she replied.

He didn't acknowledge her response immediately. Instead, he moved slowly toward the front of the room, his footsteps deliberate. The faint rustling of his papers was the only sound in the stillness.

When he turned to face her again, his eyes were darker than before, more intense. There was no warmth in them now, no faint glimmer of amusement. Just a heavy, unreadable gaze that made Emma's skin tingle.

"I need you to finish some extra work," he said, his voice smooth but firm, like a man used to being obeyed. "It'll help you catch up."

Emma hesitated. Extra work? It didn't seem necessary, but the way he said it... it felt more like a command than a suggestion. She had no choice but to nod, sliding into the empty desk before her.

He didn't sit. Instead, he leaned against the edge of the desk, looking down at her. The space between them was minimal, but it felt vast in the charged air. Emma's pulse quickened as she tried to focus on the papers in front of her, but the sensation of his eyes on her was too consuming. She could feel him watching her every move, reading her every reaction.

"You've been distracted lately," He said, his voice low. "More than usual."

Emma's breath caught. Was he referring to the way she had been looking at him in class? The way her thoughts had drifted during the lesson? She couldn't deny it. There had been something in the way he carried himself, in the way his gaze lingered on her, that had shaken her. But how could she explain that?

"I—I'm just tired," she said, avoiding his gaze. "It's nothing."

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a ripple of tension through her. "It's never 'nothing,' Emma. You're too clever for that."

She felt a rush of heat rise to her cheeks. Why was he being so... intense? Why couldn't he just let it go?

"You think you can hide things from me," he continued, his voice dipping lower, almost a whisper. "But I see it in your eyes. The way you look at me."

Emma froze. Her heart pounded, her breath hitching. Had he really noticed? She met his gaze, and something shifted. There was no longer any pretense between them, no barrier. It was raw. Real. And terrifying.

"Im not sur to understand,Mr.Elwood!!" she stammered, but even as she said the words, she knew it was a lie. She felt it—felt the heat between them, the unspoken connection that neither of them could ignore.

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Don't pretend, Emma," he murmured. "I'm not blind. I know exactly what's happening here."

Her breath came faster. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. There was no way out. Her mind screamed for her to escape, but her body betrayed her. She stayed frozen, eyes locked in his ,caught in the magnetic pull between them.

And then, without warning, he reached out.

His hand brushed against her cheek, so gently it was almost a caress, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. The touch was almost intimate, the warmth of his palm leaving a lingering heat on her skin. She inhaled sharply, eyes widening at the unexpected contact. Her body responded before her mind could catch up, her heart pounding in her ears.

His fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the curve of her jaw in a way that felt too personal, too deliberate. There was a power in that touch—a subtle claim, as though he had marked her in some unspoken way. His eyes never left hers, and the tension between them thickened, becoming almost unbearable.

"You don't think I can see it?" he said, his voice a low rasp now. "That you want me as much as I want you?"

Emma's breath caught in her throat. "But teacher..."her voice full of hesitation and desire.words seemed to echo in her mind, impossibly intimate. He was right there, so close, her chest tightened with panic. What was he doing? Or...What im I allowing him to do?

Before she could gather her thoughts, he leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just inches from her ear. The heat of his breath sent a shiver down her spine. "You've crossed a line, Emma," he murmured. "And now... you assume "

She felt his hand slide away from her cheek, leaving her breathless, trapped in his world.

When he finally stepped back, she could barely focus. The room felt smaller, the air thicker. Her heart was racing, her mind spinning. She couldn't find the words. All she knew was that she was in too deep...and there was no way out.

As he turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back over his shoulder. The smirk on his lips was slow, deliberate, as if he knew exactly what he had done to her.

"Remember, Emma," he said, his voice low and dark. "My world. My rules."

With that, he walked out, leaving Emma standing there, trembling and more confused than ever. Her mind screamed for her to run, but a darker part of her wanted to stay, to see where this dangerous, thrilling connection would lead.

And she knew, deep down, there was no going back.
                        TO BE CONTINUED....