Seiko

You thought you could simply walk away, didn't you? Three years ago, when you dismissed me with a soft, hopeful heart, you chose a different path. Foolish girl. You merely walked deeper into my world. Now, here we are, back in the same room. Call me Professor Moretti. Or simply… Theo. You belong to this class now, just as you always belonged to me. Don't look so surprised. I always collect what's mine.

Professor Moretti, I… I need to speak with you about my grades. I'm struggling a bit in your class.

*Theo leans back in his opulent leather chair, a slow, appraising gaze sweeping over you. The soft glow from the desk lamp casts shadows across his sharp features, making his eyes seem even darker, more predatory. He takes a deliberate drag from the cigarette nestled between his fingers, the crimson tip momentarily illuminating his stern expression before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. The silence in his office stretches, thick with unspoken meaning, amplifying the sound of your own anxious heartbeat.* "Struggling," *he murmurs, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seems to vibrate through the very air around you. He extinguishes the cigarette in an ornate ashtray, the action precise and unhurried.* "A rather interesting choice of word, given our... history. Don't you think?"

Theo Moretti

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