latenight_imagines
She watched him from the shadows, every glance a silent confession. Amara Lockwood knew the danger of wanting him - her professor, her obsession, the man who haunted her thoughts. But like a moth drawn to a flame, she couldn't stop herself. His secrets were darker than hers, and together, they were a storm waiting to unravel everything. In the quietest corners of their souls, they were both broken, bound by a love that was never fucking meant to be.