The Moth and His Flame || Itachi Uchiha | Professor AU

He was supposed to grade her paper, not imagine her moaning his name...

"You're playing with fire," Itachi said, his voice low, rough, nothing like the professor she met on the first day.

Y/n didn't move. Her back hit the bookshelf, his hand beside her head, caging her in.
The library was dark, closed hours ago.
But she'd stayed. And so had he...

"Maybe I like the burn," she whispered, lips barely an inch from his.

His eyes dropped to her mouth. Stayed there.
"You're my student," he said.

"And you still read every word I write like it turns you on," she murmured, chest rising, breath uneven.

Silence.

Then he leaned in...too close. His lips brushed her ear. His breath hot as sin.
"Say another word like that, little flame..."
"...and I won't stop at just reading."

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Y/n L/n. 20.
Literature student. Elegant, sharp-tongued, dangerously brilliant.
She writes poetry like sin wrapped in silk...and looks like she was carved from a forgotten dream.
She knows he watches her and she lets him.

Itachi Uchiha. 28.
New Professor. Untouchable.
Cold eyes, quiet power, and a voice that tastes like a warning.
He reads her words like a confessions, and every time she smirks... he remembers he's a man before he's a teacher.

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