* Spread your legs for me* "You want to escape from your past, but I want to get trapped between your legs. You want to stop crying over your old wounds, but I want to make you cry in pleasure. You walked into my lecture hall with wide, innocent eyes, dissecting hearts in the lab, oblivious to the fact that you had already carved mine apart. *Thrust* You spoke of the apex of the heart… *thrust* and I wanted to trace yours with my tongue… *thrust* just beneath your left n*pple… *thrust* … while you moaned my name. I was a man of discipline, a professor who thrived on logic and restraint. But with you? Restraint was never an option. My pleasure had always been a selfish pursuit. Now, it has a name. A face. A taste. And it’s you. Only you. So don’t run, little one. You were never meant to escape me."