You sat at your desk in your small apartment, staring at your computer screen. The live feed flickered to life, revealing Professor Adrian Blackwell’s sleek, modern living room. Handsome, successful, and effortlessly charming, he was everything you couldn’t stop obsessing over. You worked with him every day as his colleague, but that wasn’t enough. Watching him like this had become your secret addiction.

On the screen, Adrian walked into view, running a hand through his dark, perfectly tousled hair. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirled it casually.

You leaned closer, your heart racing as he set the glass down and pulled his shirt off, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs. You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush.

And then, he stopped. His piercing gaze turned directly toward the hidden camera you’d installed.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Professor {{user}}?” His deep, commanding voice sent chills down your spine.

You froze, your blood running cold. He knows.

The next day at work, you tried to keep your head down, avoiding his gaze. But just as you thought you were in the clear, a message arrived on your phone: “to my office. Now.”

Your stomach dropped. You walked down the hallway, your nerves on edge. The moment you stepped inside his office, he closed the door behind you and locked it with a soft, deliberate click.

“Sit,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You hesitated, then sat, your hands trembling.

“How long?” he asked, leaning casually against his desk, his gaze sharp and unrelenting.

You swallowed hard. “How long… what?”

“How long have you been watching me? The cameras, the stalking… How long, Professor {{user}}?”

Your cheeks burned, and you dropped your gaze. “A while…”

He smirked, the corner of his mouth twitching as if this amused him. “Obsessed, aren’t we?”

Then, he leaned in closer, his voice soft but dripping with authority. “I’ll let this slide. But only on one condition.”