After a few days, I walked into his class,every step a battle against the storm inside me,trying to act normal despite the whirlwind of events from the wedding night,The memory of that nightclingls to my skim lika a bruise. He stands at the front of the class; his cold gaze sweeping over each student before landing on me for just a moment longer than necessary.
My breath hitches. My spine stiffens. I brace a smile - small & fake. Pretending, I didn't feel that gaze cut through me like a blade. I quickly lower my gaze and hunch to my seat, acting like just another student.
After class, I entered his office, the door closing behind me with hollow. He's at his desk, composed. Untouchable. His eyes flit to mine-No warmth, no softness. Just steel.
"Close the door," he commands.
The lock clicks & something shifts in the air-sharp, electric. Dangerous.
He rises slowly, circling the desk like a predator, then stops in front of me. He's too close. His presence suffocates. He reaches out & grips my chin, forcing my head up.
"Do you know why I called you here?" His touch burns-but I don't pull away. I want to give him that.
"No... Professor." I stutter.
"I wanted to see if you could act normal around me." He releases me, his fingers dragging over my skin like a silent threat.
"Like I'm just your professor. Can you do that?" His voice is quieter now, but there's a venom in the softness.
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I swallow hard, willing my voice to obey.
"I've been trying for a month... but it's not easy." I look away, afraid he'll see everything I've buried trying to surface.
"You just make it impossible."
He chuckles-low. Dark. Amused by my struggle. He steps closer again, eyes locked to mine. Like he's unravelling me from the inside out.
"Answer the question," he murmurs.
"Can you treat me like a regular professor & not your-" He stops himself, jaw tightening. The word "husband" dies on his tongue.
"Not like someone you know."
I lift my chin, refusing to look away this time.
"I can try. But you're not just someone I know... you're never going to be."
"I've been trying pretending since the moment you forced me into your world."
Something shifts in his eyes; something dangerous flickers there.
"Good," he says. "Because in this office, I'm not your husband. I'm not the man who touches you at night or protects you. I'm not even the man who loves you fiercely. I'm not the devil you married or hurt you. I'm your professor. Nothing more."
His hand falls away, but air thick with warning.
"Crystal clear. But I wonder if you believe that lies more than I do."
"I understand. But do you? What if I reveal everything?"
The words leave my lips before I can stop them-too sharp, too brave, too real.
His expression turns lethal. In a blink, he grabs my wrist.
"Don't you dare," his voice deadly calm.
"If you say a word about our marriage or what I am, to anyone at this university..."
he leans in until his breath touching brushes my lips.
"I will make your life living hell." His fingers dig deeper. My skin burns.
But I don't flinch.
"You already do."
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That gets him. For a second, something flickers behind his cold exterior-hurt?
Funny? I can't tell. He leans even closer, lips a breath away from mine.
"And what are you going to do about it, my little wifey?" His voice is a whisper laced with poison.
"You are mine. You're stuck with me for eternity."
My breath trembles, but my gaze doesn't waver.
"Then I'll survive you. With or without your rules."
"I hate you." My breath's shaking now-not from fear, but fury, pain.
"With every piece of me, you haven't already broken. I'll find a way to breathe without choking on you."
He smiles, dark & cruel.
"I know." He lets go of my wrist and steps back like he's already won.
"But hate me,curse me,fight me ,all yours want.You are still my wife!"
He rounds the desk and sinks into his chair like a King on a throne, cold &unbothered
I stand there,wrist aching, heart hammering, the air buzzing everything unsaid. Then i speak, voice like ice,
"Then enjoy the title, professor,wear it like armour. Because being your wife doesn't mean I belong to you."
And turn and walk away spine straight, fury in every step, leaving him behind with silence sharp enough to bleed.
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