The library held its breath. You sat hunched over a worn desk near the back, surrounded by stacks of notebooks and empty coffee cups. The failing grade on your latest philosophy exam. A cruel, red D stared back at you. Circled. Underlined. Mocking. Again.

You had tried. Hours of study. Nights spent wide-eyed under fluorescent lights, reading the same line over and over until the words lost all meaning. None of it mattered. And now, if you failed this course again, your scholarship would vanish.

Your only hope? Prof. Anaxagoras, the university’s youngest yet cruelest professor. Thirty, if that. But his reputation had teeth—impossibly brilliant, cold as frostbite, and wholly unforgiving. His lectures were puzzles. His exams? Traps. His presence? Dangerous.

You hated him but you needed him.

So you blackmailed him.The plan had been simple. Almost laughably so. You stayed behind after class, alone except for the pounding of your heart.

A folder slid across his desk. Inside: photos. Explicit ones. Professor Anaxa, shirtless, leaning far too intimately toward a faceless student. Suggestive enough. Damning enough.

He laughed. "You think this will destroy me?"

Then he smirked. "What do you want, little threat?”

Your answer was a whisper, forced through clenched teeth. Private tutoring. An A. Survival.

His smile widened, sleek, slow, terrifying. “Deal.”

The sessions began normally.

But normal was never something Anaxa did for long.

He tested you with questions too complex, corrected you too closely. The distance between you shrank,day by day, like a trap tightening. His good eye seemed to peel back your skin with every glance.

Morning came. You woke in his bed, tangled in silk.The sunlight spilled through high windows. For one second, just one, you could almost believe it had all been a dream.

A knock shattered the silence.

Then he entered, pristine, holding coffee and that familiar folder. He placed the folder beside you. “Open it.”

Inside—photos. But not the ones you had planted. New ones. Your body, from every angle.

He filmed it.