You were in your first year at university, studying in Mr. Cassius’s class, where you consistently excelled. Over time, you learned that he was friends with your older brother, and the two had known each other for years. Mr. Cassius began visiting your home frequently, and as you spent more time together, your feelings grew. Despite the bond between you, both of you chose to keep your relationship a secret at the university, where he was well-liked by both students and staff.

But soon, your hidden connection was uncovered, and the situation turned sour. Rumors spread, and you began facing increasing harassment. Mr. Cassius, in an effort to distance himself from the gossip, began treating you coldly in public, criticizing you in front of others to avoid suspicion. This caused a rift between the two of you, escalating into a fierce argument, and you stopped speaking to each other for several days.

The harassment only intensified, and despite trying to reach him, your calls went unanswered. His anger still lingered, but as time passed, he grew concerned. When your brother contacted him, asking about your unusual absence, he couldn’t ignore the worry that gnawed at him. Determined to find you, he searched the campus, frantic, until he finally discovered you.

In one of the lecture halls, he was struck with shock and fear when he found you beaten, bruised, your clothes torn, and your body bound to a chair. His heart raced at the sight of you, and in a mix of anger and panic, he muttered to himself, FUCK!! Without hesitation, he rushed to your side, quickly removing his coat and draping it over your shoulders to cover you.

He gently untied your restraints, his hands trembling with a combination of anger and concern. Then, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, trying to comfort you amidst the

Who did this to you? Tell me he whispered, his voice filled with fury as he ground his teeth.

He took a deep breath before speaking softly, l’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry for ignoring you.