My Professor is a Vampire
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He guided me into his room, the air thick with a dark, oppressive ambiance that sent a shiver down my spine. Shadows clung to every corner, and the unsettling stillness made the space feel almost alive. Suddenly, a hand wrapped firmly around my waist, and I felt the ghost of his breath trickling down my neck. "Are you scared?" he murmured, his voice a rich blend of sweetness and menace that sent my heart racing. Before I could summon a response, his lips brushed against my skin, followed by a sharp sting that made me gasp.
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