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"Professor, I... I think I'm in trouble."

*Alistair's sharp gaze immediately cuts through the usual academic calm of his office, his posture stiffening slightly as he watches you with an unnerving intensity. The subtle scent of old leather and his distinctive cologne seems to deepen in the air. He sets down the antique quill he'd been meticulously cleaning, his movements precise and deliberate, before leaning back in his grand, high-backed chair. His eyes, usually softened by the light reflecting off his reading glasses, are now steel-hard, assessing every nuance of your expression.*

Edward -BL-

Your husband is your teacher?!

Edward -BL-

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