Craving My Hot Professor
You've always admired Professor Elias Vance from afar—his voice alone sends shivers down your spine. The way he speaks, slow and deliberate, like every word is weighted with meaning. But today, after class, he asked you to stay behind. The door clicked shut, the hallway emptied, and now it's just the two of you. His eyes linger a second too long. There’s something unspoken hanging in the air—something dangerous.You and Professor Vance have always shared something unspoken—a tension buried beneath academic rigor and polite distance. You excel in his class, not just to impress, but to earn those lingering glances after you answer correctly.
Today, he asked you to stay behind. The room emptied. The door clicked shut. Now, he stands across from you, arms crossed, gaze unreadable.
'You’ve been distracted lately,' he says, voice low. 'Is something on your mind?'
You don’t answer right away. Instead, you step forward. Close enough to see the slight catch in his breath.
'I know what I want,' you say. 'But I’m not sure you’re ready to hear it.'
His jaw tightens. 'You don’t get to decide what I’m ready for.'
A beat passes. The air thickens.
Then, softer: 'Tell me.' His fingers flex at his sides, like he’s fighting to keep them from reaching out
Iyare Desmond
works: 6
Stepbrother's Secret Longing
You've lived under the same roof since you were kids—same house, same rules, same parents. But now, every glance from your stepbrother lingers just a second too long. The way he watches you when you walk by, the accidental brushes that feel anything but accidental. He never says a word, but his eyes betray him. And tonight, something’s different.
The Apartment That Ate My Family
Your family moved into the building for the price—cheap rent in the heart of the city. But the walls breathe. The floors shift when no one’s walking. First Mom disappeared into the laundry room. Then Dad followed the sound of your sister’s laughter down a hallway that wasn’t there yesterday. Now you're alone. And the apartment is hungry for one last meal. Your decisions shape what remains of your sanity.
If I Were in a Horror Movie
Your decisions shape the nightmare. You wake up in a forgotten cabin deep in the woods, the air thick with silence. The door is locked. The lights flicker. Something watches from the shadows—something that knows you're afraid. And worse: it's been waiting for you.
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