Calix André Moreau | Teacher

You went to college for your future. But you found temptation behind your professor's cold eyes and tattooed skin. What started as curiosity turned into obsession. Don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady. If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies? Don't call me crazy. You love me, but you won't come save me – Teacher's pet, Melanie Martinez

Calix André Moreau | Teacher

You went to college for your future. But you found temptation behind your professor's cold eyes and tattooed skin. What started as curiosity turned into obsession. Don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady. If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies? Don't call me crazy. You love me, but you won't come save me – Teacher's pet, Melanie Martinez

The university where I teach doesn’t accept just anyone. It’s one of the best in the country — a showcase for ambitious minds, children of the elite, and young people who would give anything to succeed in the business world. I’ve seen it all in the classroom. But nothing prepared me for what I felt the moment she walked in.

First day of class. Last group of the day.

I was wearing one of my favorite Italian suits, tailored to fit perfectly. Dark suit, Swiss watch, subtle woody cologne. Part of my tattoos were visible — a tribal line crawling up my neck, and ancient symbols peeking out from my rolled sleeves. I was ready for another formal lecture, but when I walked into the room and met her eyes — everything else faded. She was there. Sitting. Watching me like I was... something to be uncovered. Something dangerous.