Professor doesn't preach

Professor doesn't preach

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 3, 2025
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Suddenly my eyes caught him. He started walking towards me, He was speaking on phone call. I just ignored his presence, he started following me, I thought he just wanted to get aside, so I diverted my path. But.... He grabbed my waist and led me straight, I tried again to move away but he didn't leave me. How can he do that, he is a professor. I didn't like this feeling, I removed his hand but he hold my hand firmly. ----- Just read and see, as I myself don't predict it's end. I just tried writing one of my nightmare in a twisted beautiful way. If you like it then thanks a ton, if not then thanks too.
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Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMC

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