Roman

The room went dead silent.

Every pair of eyes snapped to the professor as if he had just crossed a line no one dared touch. 

The dean stiffened, his hand slamming lightly against the table as he glared at the man. “You—” he began, voice sharp with warning. But the professor only shrugged, an ugly sneer twisting his mouth. 

“I’m not wrong, sir,” he said calmly. “We should investigate properly. Who knows, if that slut is sleeping with him, maybe that’s why he’s so protective. Maybe he’s already been inside—”

I didn’t let him finish.

I moved in a flash, before anyone could even register what was happening. One...