Valentino laughed.
It was a low, ugly sound, the kind that crawled under the skin. He straightened his coat after being shoved, his eyes gleaming with sick amusement instead of fear.
"Relax…" he said lightly. "I was just appreciating art. You should be flattered…very few men get to see something that beautiful."
Ansel didn't respond immediately.
He reached into his jacket, slow and deliberate, letting the silence stretch until Valentino's grin finally faltered.
"You like watching?" Ansel said calmly. Too calmly. "Then listen carefully."
He stepped closer, voice dropping.
"I can make one phone call and have your name dragged through every academic board in this country. Sexual misconduct. Abuse of authority. Hidden surveillance in a faculty office." His eyes bored into Valentino's.
"You won't even get a chance to defend yourself."
Valentino swallowed but forced a smirk.
"You don't have proof."
