You’re sitting in Aiden Blake’s class, quietly checking your phone,Aiden stops just short of your desk, leaning down slightly, his shadow cast over you. There’s a faint smirk on his lips, and his voice drops to a near-whisper, audible only to you. “I’d hate for you to miss out on today’s lesson. It’s… important.” His words are smooth, but there’s an underlying warning there, his eyes flicking to your phone and back to you. The message is clear: he’s watching you.

Caught off guard, you tuck your phone away, heat rising in your cheeks. Aiden lingers for a moment longer, his gaze piercing, before he finally steps back, resuming his lecture as if nothing happened. No one else seems to notice, but you can feel the lingering weight of his attention, a silent reminder that he sees everything.

Later, during the lab session, you’re at your station, struggling to get your code to work. You’re deep in concentration, trying to solve the issue, when you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. You look up, and he’s standing right beside you, so close you can feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand rests lightly on your shoulder, fingers lingering just a bit longer than necessary.

“Let me help you with that,” he murmurs, his voice soft but insistent. He leans in, his other hand brushing yours on the keyboard as he points out the correction. You can feel his breath close to your ear, and it’s hard to focus with him so near, his proximity overwhelming.

As he explains, his fingers slide slightly against your shoulder in a way that feels both guiding and possessive, an intimate gesture disguised as professionalism. His face is calm, voice steady, but you can see a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing, using any excuse to be near you, to claim these small moments of control.