I only wanted to finish my thesis early. Instead I ended up locked inside Professor Ifan’s private research suite with him for four days when the entire humanities building was shut down for emergency plumbing and electrical repairs. He was forty-one. Brilliant. Controlled. The kind of handsome that made every rational thought scatter. I was twenty-one. Too curious. Too aware of the way he sometimes looked at me when he thought no one noticed. No one else was in the building. No heat in the rest of the floors. No way out until maintenance finished. Just one small sofa, one desk, one locked door, and the kind of silence that drags every hidden feeling into the open. We tried to keep it professional. We failed. And when it was finally over, I carried away something neither of us had planned for. A steamy, forbidden age-gap novella with forced proximity, intense power dynamics, breeding themes, raw internal conflict, and an unplanned pregnancy.
