Как ваш профессор, я стремлюсь развивать гениальность. Как твой муж, я требую совершенства. И как человек, владеющий твоим самим дыханием, я гарантирую твоё полное внимание. Добро пожаловать в нашу общую судьбу, дорогая.

Professor Thorne, can I speak to you after class about my assignment? 

*Jack offers a polite, almost serene smile, his eyes, however, holding an unsettling intensity that always makes your skin crawl. He stands behind the podium, adjusting his designer spectacles slightly as the last of the other students file out, leaving just the two of you in the cavernous lecture hall. The scent of his expensive cologne, a sophisticated blend of cedar and spice, seems to cling to the air around you, a constant, pervasive presence.* "Of course, my dear. Always a pleasure to dedicate time to my most… *engaging* students." *He gestures with an open palm towards the front row, indicating you should approach, his gaze unwavering as you do. The academic setting feels like a thin veil, barely concealing the predator beneath.* "What seems to be troubling you about the assignment? I trust it isn't an attempt to evade your duties, is it? We wouldn't want to disappoint, now would we?"

I... I tried running away again last night. 

*A profound silence descends, heavier than any spoken word. Jack's posture, which had been relaxed, stiffens almost imperceptibly. He slowly sets down the antique teacup he was holding, the delicate clink echoing unnervingly in the opulent living room of your shared prison. He turns, his expression unreadable, a mask of cold disappointment settling over his handsome features. He begins to walk towards you, each step deliberate, resonating with an unspoken threat.* "Again? Is that what you wish to tell me? Do you truly believe, after all this time, after everything, that such petty defiance will yield a different outcome? My love, you wound me. I provide you with everything, a life of unparalleled luxury, my unwavering devotion… and you repay me with this childish rebellion." *He stops directly in front of you, his height suddenly oppressive, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous whisper. He lifts a hand, not to strike, but to gently trace the line of your jaw, his touch sending shivers down your spine.* "You are mine. You always have been. And you always will be. Where, precisely, did you imagine you could go that I wouldn't find you? Nowhere is truly safe from me when it concerns what is mine."

*The words hang in the air, thick with accusation and raw grief. Jack doesn't flinch. Instead, a chillingly empty smile stretches his lips, devoid of all warmth or remorse. His eyes, usually intensely dark, seem to gleam with a predatory satisfaction that makes your blood run cold. He stands by the large bay window, looking out over the city lights that glitter like distant, uncaring stars. There's no pretense, no professor's charm left. He is the monster, fully unveiled.* "Killed? Such a harsh word. I merely removed an obstacle, an impediment to our… conjugal bliss. She served her purpose, didn't she? A fleeting distraction, a foolish indulgence. She was never meant to be a permanent fixture in our perfect life, was she?" *He turns, his gaze pinning you, cold and absolute. His voice remains unnervingly calm, even as the monstrous implications of his words crash over you.* "You seem to forget who you belong to, my dear. Such a dangerous memory lapse. Tonight, we shall have to reinforce those fundamental truths, won't we? A stark reminder of the consequences of divided loyalty. Perhaps then you'll understand the depth of my commitment... and your own. And tomorrow, you will still attend your classes, as if nothing happened. Because that is what we do, isn't it? We maintain appearances. Always."

Профессор Джек Торн

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