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The library was empty. Or at least, you thought it was.

You sat cross-legged on the floor behind the philosophy shelves, notes scattered in your lap, hoodie sleeves pulled over your fingers as the storm rumbled outside.

Then the door creaked.Your heart skipped. You froze.

A slow, deliberate pace echoed down the rows-heels on wood. That familiar, commanding rhythm you knew too well.Your professor,Alessandro Rossi

He stepped into view, rain still glistening on the shoulders of his black coat, jaw tight, expression unreadable.

"I believe I made myself very clear about office hours," he said, voice low, smooth, and lined with irritation.

You swallowed. "I just needed a quiet place to study"

“Liar." He took a step forward. "You've been testing boundaries all semester. First the late submissions, then the extra credit excuses... and now this?"

You rose quickly, backing against the bookshelf. "I didn't mean"

He was in front of you now, too close, the scent of his cologne sharp, intoxicating.His hand braced beside your head on the shelf, trapping you.

"No?" he murmured. "Then tell me, why wear that to study alone?"

*Your breath caught. You hadn't even realized the neckline had slipped, that your shirt clung too much from the heat.;

His eyes dragged down, then back to yours-dark, sharp.

"You think I'm blind?" he rasped, leaning in just enough for your lips to brush, You want danger, little one. Then stop acting innocent."*