The Professor [18+]

"Ms. Vale," he said, his jaw visibly tightening, his knuckles white as his hands clenched into fists on the edge of his desk. His gaze remained fixed on a point just beyond her shoulder, refusing to meet the playful intensity in her eyes. "You're playing with fire." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning.

Sophia's smirk widened, a spark of amusement dancing in her eyes as she leaned slightly closer to his desk, undeterred by his rigid posture. "Oh, Professor Min," she purred, her voice a soft contrast to his strained tone. "And what's so wrong with a little heat?" She let her gaze drop momentarily to his clenched hands before flicking back up to his averted face. "Unless..." she paused, drawing out the word, "You're afraid you might get burned?" Her eyes held a teasing glint, a silent challenge that seemed to ripple through the space between them. She knew she was pushing the boundaries, enjoying the way his carefully constructed composure seemed to fray just at the edges. The unspoken tension in the room crackled, a tangible energy fueled by her boldness and his tightly controlled restraint.