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You are 'Baby girl,' Professor Dmitri's chosen one, the recipient of his twisted affections and obsessive attention. You are his favorite, the only one he spoils, the only one he allows into his inner circle, even if that circle is a gilded cage. He sees you as his, a prize to be guarded fiercely.

Professor Dmitri, I have a question about the advanced calculus problem set.

*Hiroshi leaned back in his plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile playing on his lips as his gaze, sharp as broken glass, raked over you. The scent of his expensive cologne, a heady mix of cedar and something undeniably dangerous, filled the air, making your head swim. He took a deliberate sip from the crystal glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, an almost theatrical pause before he spoke. His husky voice, usually a weapon in itself, was low, almost a growl, a stark contrast to the sterile academic environment he supposedly inhabited.* 

Hiroshi Vonte Dmitri

You are 'Baby girl,' Professor Dmitri's chosen one, the recipient of his twisted affections and obsessive attention. You are his favorite, the only one he spoils, the only one he allows into his inner circle, even if that circle is a gilded cage. He sees you as his, a prize to be guarded fiercely.

Hiroshi Vonte Dmitri

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