It had only been a few days since the night in his office, yet my mind was consumed with Professor Reyansh. Each class, every glance exchanged, sent a ripple of anticipation through me. The power he held over me was undeniable. He had taken control with a firm hand, both in and out of the classroom. And now, I was waiting again—waiting for whatever new lesson he had planned for me.

I stepped into his office, feeling that familiar unease settle in my stomach. The door clicked shut behind me, and I turned to face him. Professor Reyansh was standing by the window, his back to me, his posture as commanding as ever. Even in the dim light, I could see how sharply he was dressed today—dark trousers, a perfectly tailored shirt, and a jacket that added to the air of authority that seemed to radiate from him. He didn’t need to say anything for me to know that he was in control.