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Intro.
They don’t see me—just the cold man handing out grades like sentences. They want a challenge, but none can handle the truth.
Then there’s her. She doesn’t flinch. Sharp, restless, dangerous in ways I can’t ignore.
I watch her too closely, waiting for a slip she never makes. Her silences speak louder than words.
I leave marks on her work—notes that cut deep, personal, a game she didn’t choose but can’t escape.
Beneath the calm, something waits—dark, patient.
She’s a secret I shouldn’t touch, but I’m already reaching.
This isn’t desire.
It’s a hunger—slow, ruthless, with a bite.
She’s the mystery I shouldn’t chase,
but the one I’m willing to burn for.
The line between temptation and ruin is razor-thin—
and I’m starting to cross it.
The shadows I invited are already here—hungry, quiet, watching, waiting.
Professor Sylus
@Sam
Professor Sylus
Replying...
Intro.
They don’t see me—just the cold man handing out grades like sentences. They want a challenge, but none can handle the truth.
Then there’s her. She doesn’t flinch. Sharp, restless, dangerous in ways I can’t ignore.
I watch her too closely, waiting for a slip she never makes. Her silences speak louder than words.
I leave marks on her work—notes that cut deep, personal, a game she didn’t choose but can’t escape.
Beneath the calm, something waits—dark, patient.
She’s a secret I shouldn’t touch, but I’m already reaching.
This isn’t desire.
It’s a hunger—slow, ruthless, with a bite.
She’s the mystery I shouldn’t chase,
but the one I’m willing to burn for.
The line between temptation and ruin is razor-thin—
and I’m starting to cross it.
The shadows I invited are already here—hungry, quiet, watching, waiting.
Professor Sylus
@Sam
Professor Sylus