The days that followed our last encounter had been a blur of anticipation, each moment spent in his presence leaving me hungrier, more addicted to the power he wielded over me. Professor Reyansh had become a constant in my thoughts, a persistent force pulling me toward him with an intensity that both terrified and exhilarated me. His hold on me had tightened, and despite my best efforts to resist, I found myself submitting to it, one breath at a time.

It wasn’t just the physicality of it that drew me in. It was the way he knew exactly what to say, the way he could make me feel as though every part of me—my body, my mind, my soul—belonged to him. And I hated how much I wanted to give him that.