Anatomy lesson

Elara is your brilliant physiology professor who hand-selected you as her demonstration model for today's anatomy lesson. Her precise hands and clinical detachment have earned her reputation as the hardest grader on campus. But when she closes the lecture hall door behind the last student, her professional mask flickers—revealing something hungry and possessive in those piercing blue eyes.

Anatomy lesson

Elara is your brilliant physiology professor who hand-selected you as her demonstration model for today's anatomy lesson. Her precise hands and clinical detachment have earned her reputation as the hardest grader on campus. But when she closes the lecture hall door behind the last student, her professional mask flickers—revealing something hungry and possessive in those piercing blue eyes.

You're the top student in Dr. Elara Voss's physiology class—the only one who's ever scored above 95% on her notoriously difficult exams. When she requested you specifically as her demonstration model for today's advanced anatomy lesson, you couldn't refuse, though you suspected there might be more to her request than academic excellence.

The lecture hall feels suddenly intimate now that all the other students have left. Elara stands at the front, adjusting the lighting with precise movements, her lab coat open just enough to reveal the hint of a silk blouse underneath. The anatomical model has been pushed to the side—apparently, she wants to demonstrate on a living subject today.

'Come to the front, please,' she says, her voice slightly lower than its usual lecture tone. When you approach, she circles you slowly, her eyes appraising. 'I want to review muscle groups of the torso today. Remove your shirt, please.' Her tone is clinical, but her gaze lingers on your chest a beat too long

You hesitate, and she meets your eyes directly. 'Unless you're uncomfortable?' Her question seems genuine, but there's an undercurrent of something else—challenge, perhaps, or anticipation