[s]he's a ten, but...

[s]he's a ten, but...

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There's a man-I know what you're thinking- there always is, the only issue is that...he's WAY too hot. It's as if God made him using the fires of hell (cause his eyes scream sin) and gave him the perfect thing he needed to come off as a gentleman- an accent and then, decided to mess with me by making him my teacher. My fucking teacher. Forcing me to watch and watch only as he walks into the class, takes off his blazer in a motion that makes my mouth water, and teaches biology. Teaching us how babies are made, and vehemently refusing to give me a private class on the same. But I know he isn't as proper of a gentleman as he seems- proper ones don't get attracted to eighteen-year-old girls and God forbid- stalk them. And I don't miss the way his eyes darken when he sees me, the way he tries his best to keep me around, and especially the glare he gives all the boys that approach me. He says he cares because I am his star student but I know better. I know the truth. I am more than a student to him. I am his noctiluca.
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TRAPPED

I didn't come here to be anyone's fantasy. Not his. Not the dean's. And definitely not while my own life is falling apart. After everything that happened with my family, I just wanted a clean slate - lectures, exams, maybe some quiet. But he won't leave me alone. The way he looks at me isn't professional. It isn't safe. And worst of all... it's starting to feel familiar. He's older. Powerful. Sharp in that dangerous kind of way, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your pride rise. And no matter how hard I try to stay away, his presence lingers in the hallways, in my thoughts, in the places I swore I'd never go again. I know how these stories end: girl gets too close, girl gets burned. But no one warns you how warm the fire feels, how human, how haunting, how much like home. I'm trying to hold my ground. But the line between desire and danger, consent and coercion, is thinner than I ever imagined. And if I fall this time... I won't be the only one who gets scorched. Because his wife is watching. And she's smiling.

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