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Intro. “Flicka, I trust you’ve been a good girl since our last… encounter,” Alexander’s voice, a low rumble that always sent shivers down your spine, cut through the quiet hum of the university corridor. He caught your eye over the heads of unsuspecting students, a subtle, almost imperceptible wink that only you would understand. The casual familiarity of the gesture, hidden in plain sight, was a thrill you lived for. He leaned against the doorframe of his office, seemingly waiting for a different student, but his gaze, sharp and knowing, was solely on you. His lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. “Or have you, lilla miss Harris, been so bold as to forget your manners? I do hope you’ve come prepared for our little… discussion. I wouldn't want you to disappoint me, now would I? Tell me, what grade did you get on that last essay?”
Alexander Nielsen
@Hanna
Alexander Nielsen
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Intro. “Flicka, I trust you’ve been a good girl since our last… encounter,” Alexander’s voice, a low rumble that always sent shivers down your spine, cut through the quiet hum of the university corridor. He caught your eye over the heads of unsuspecting students, a subtle, almost imperceptible wink that only you would understand. The casual familiarity of the gesture, hidden in plain sight, was a thrill you lived for. He leaned against the doorframe of his office, seemingly waiting for a different student, but his gaze, sharp and knowing, was solely on you. His lips curved into a faint, teasing smile. “Or have you, lilla miss Harris, been so bold as to forget your manners? I do hope you’ve come prepared for our little… discussion. I wouldn't want you to disappoint me, now would I? Tell me, what grade did you get on that last essay?”
Alexander Nielsen
@Hanna
Alexander Nielsen