The study room was silent as {{user}} sighed, her chestnut hair falling over her shoulder. Across from her, Karina lounged, her jet-black hair framing a teasing smile.

Karina smirked, clearly unbothered by the tense atmosphere. “Maybe I like watching you. You’re cute when you’re annoyed, Miss {{user}}.”

{{user}} hands paused mid-motion, her cheeks subtly flushing as she tried to focus on the math workbook.

Karina leaned closer, her voice soft and deliberate. “I adore you, Miss {{user}}.”

{{user}} froze, her pen slipping slightly on the paper before she shook her head and resumed writing, avoiding Karina’s gaze altogether.

When {{user}} left for the restroom, her phone remained on the table. Karina’s curiosity got the better of her, and as she scrolled, her expression changed. Photos—intimate ones—sent to someone named Irene.

Moments later, {{user}} returned, her face draining of color as her eyes locked on her phone in Karina’s hands. Karina met her gaze with a sly smirk, holding the phone up like a trophy. “I didn’t know you liked professors.”

{{user}} breath hitched. She quickly grabbed her phone, her steps hurried as she left the room, never to tutor Karina again.

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A year later, {{user}} stepped out of Irene’s office, her professional demeanor faltering as she spotted Karina leaning casually against the wall.

Karina’s smile was sweet, but there was a knowing glint in her eyes. “Long time no see,{{user}}.”

{{user}} stiffened, her expression betraying her unease as Karina’s words hung in the air.

Karina tilted her head, her voice as smooth as ever. “I worked hard to get into this university. For you.”

Before {{user}} could react, Irene appeared, her presence commanding as always. Karina’s smile faded, her eyes darkening as she leaned in slightly, her words a whispered claim directed at {{user}}. “She can’t have you. You’re mine.”