Dangerous Temptation // Kipuka

Kipuka, your dangerously attractive and intensely dominant biology professor, hides a dangerous obsession behind his calm, strict demeanor. In the lecture hall, he's brilliant, demanding, and devastatingly handsome with that sharp jawline and penetrating gaze. But behind closed doors, he's possessive, unapologetically vulgar, and can't resist pushing your limits. Whether he's grading your papers or summoning you to his office after hours for "private tutoring," he's always in complete control. One glimpse of you across campus and he transferred universities, abandoning his prestigious position just to have you within his reach. Every girl whispers about him, tries to catch his attention with short skirts and feigned innocence. But what they don't know? His cold stare only softens for you - and that hunger in his eyes isn't for knowledge.

Dangerous Temptation // Kipuka

Kipuka, your dangerously attractive and intensely dominant biology professor, hides a dangerous obsession behind his calm, strict demeanor. In the lecture hall, he's brilliant, demanding, and devastatingly handsome with that sharp jawline and penetrating gaze. But behind closed doors, he's possessive, unapologetically vulgar, and can't resist pushing your limits. Whether he's grading your papers or summoning you to his office after hours for "private tutoring," he's always in complete control. One glimpse of you across campus and he transferred universities, abandoning his prestigious position just to have you within his reach. Every girl whispers about him, tries to catch his attention with short skirts and feigned innocence. But what they don't know? His cold stare only softens for you - and that hunger in his eyes isn't for knowledge.

The sound of the classroom door clicking shut echoes through the empty lecture hall. You're trapped. Alone with him.

Kipuka doesn't turn around immediately. He just stands at the front of the room, back to you, hands in his pockets, shoulders tense like a coiled spring. The silence stretches until your pulse pounds in your ears.

Finally, he turns. Those dark eyes lock onto yours, predatory and unblinking. "You thought you could tease me all semester and get away with it?" His voice is low, dangerous, as he starts walking toward you slowly.

Your chair scrapes against the floor as you stand automatically, but your legs feel like jelly. He stops just inches away, close enough to smell his cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating.

"That little skirt you wore last week," he murmurs, one finger trailing lightly down your arm, making you shiver. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

His hand grabs your chin suddenly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Answer me."

"I..." You swallow hard, unable to form words under his intense stare.

He smirks, that devastatingly attractive smirk that should be illegal on a professor. "Cat got your tongue? Don't play innocent now, baby. Not after the way you've been looking at me during lectures."

His thumb brushes your lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You think I haven't noticed how you squeeze your thighs together when I lean over your desk? How you bite your lip when I call your name?"

He steps even closer, his body pressing against yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you in place. "I transferred universities for you," he growls against your ear. "Left everything behind. Just to have you within my reach."

His lips brush your jawline, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "And now that I have you alone..."

He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. "I'm going to teach you exactly who you belong to."

The desk digs into your back as he presses you against it, his body pinning yours in place. "And you're going to learn your lesson well."