PROFESSOR SIN

Amara's POV

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, burning against my swollen eyelids. My head still pounded from last night's drinks, and the memory of the club clung to me like perfume I couldn't wash off. His presence. His touch. His breath against my skin.

Professor Black.

I sat up, running shaky fingers through my messy hair, when the door to my room burst open.

"Where were you last night?"

It was my mother. Her voice sharp, slicing through the fog in my head. And behind her, like a shadow attached to my misery, stood Nina. Arms folded, lips pursed in fake concern, but her eyes....oh, her eyes gleamed with delight.

I didn't answer. I just sat there on the bed, staring at her, daring her to keep going.

"Don't you dare ignore me, Amara," my mother snapped, stepping closer. "Do you have any idea what time you came back? Do you know how worried we were?"

I almost laughed. Worried? About me? They had never worried about me a day in my life. Every drop of worry, every ounce of love was poured into Nina, their perfect, sweet angel.

"It's my life," I muttered finally, voice hoarse. "And I'll live it however I want."

I caught Nina's smirk in the corner of my eye. She was enjoying this, thriving in it. She even pressed her hand to her chest as if hurt by my words.

"Amara, why are you like this to your sister?" my mother cried. "Why must you keep being so cruel, so selfish?"

That broke me. I shot to my feet. "Cruel? Selfish? For once...just once,stop acting like she's the only one who matters! I am your daughter too! I bleed too, I hurt too..."

The sharp sting on my cheek silenced me. My head whipped to the side.

My father stood in the doorway now, hand still raised. His eyes burned into me, full of disgust.

"Whore." The word dropped from his tongue like poison. "You think we don't see what you're becoming? Running around like some cheap girl from the streets? Is that what you want to be known as? While Nina sacrifices for this family, while she shines, you disgrace us."

My chest tightened, my fist clensh, but his words kept coming, each one a knife.

"You should be keeping yourself healthy, proper for the sake of your sister! Do you understand what you put at risk with your carelessness?"

I didn't understand. I didn't want to understand. All I knew was the rage boiling inside me, threatening to tear me apart.

Nina stood there with tears shimmering in her eyes, but her lips curled at the corners. She was the saint in their eyes, and I the demon.

I couldn't breathe in that house.

Without a word, I grab the hoodie on my bed shoving past them. My mother's cries followed me, my father's curses chasing after me, but I didn't stop. I ran.

And as if on instinct, my legs carried me to the only place that made sense.

The school.

More specifically.... his office.

I didn't knock. I didn't care. I stormed in, slammed the door shut behind me, and turned the lock with trembling fingers.

Professor Black looked up from his desk, his gaze sharp, curious, dangerous. Those eyes pinned me in place, reading me, stripping me bare without a single word.

I should've felt shame. I should've been afraid. But all I felt was the heat in my veins, the echo of last night, the fire he lit in me that hadn't burned out.

"Amara," he said slowly, rising to his feet. "What are you.."

"Take me."

The words burst from my lips before I could stop them. My voice cracked, but I held his gaze, desperate, broken, daring.

"I'm yours."

The air in the room changed instantly. Heavy. Dangerous. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkened, and for a moment, I swore the ground beneath me tilted.

He didn't move. I didn't breathe.

But in that silence, my heart screamed the truth.. I didn't know what I was doing. I didn't care. All I wanted was him, the only one who could silence the pain, even if it destroyed me.

And then he moved.

Slow. Deliberate.

His steps echoed against the floor until he was right in front of me, hovering over me, so close I could smell the faint trace of mint on his breath. His hand shot out suddenly, ramming against my thigh, the force of it making me gasp. Heat surged up my body, my legs shaking as his grip held me there, unyielding.

My breath seized when he leaned in, lips brushing so close to my ear I swore I felt the heat of a kiss.

"You have no idea what you've just offered," he whispered.

The words slid down my spine like ice. My body trembled, torn between craving and terror.

And then..