The sun was setting over Elysium University as Hanada Takumi made his way to his evening literature class. The campus was bathed in a warm golden glow, but Hanada's heart was heavy with unease.
As he entered the classroom, his eyes fell upon Miss Takeshime—a striking woman with flowing chestnut hair and captivating green eyes. She was the epitome of elegance and grace, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
But as Hanada took his seat, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something unsettling about Miss Takeshime—a predatory gleam in her eyes, a subtle tilt to her smile that set his nerves on edge.
As the lesson began, Hanada tried to focus on the discussion at hand, but his mind kept wandering back to Miss Takeshime. There was an intensity to her gaze that made him uncomfortable—a hunger that seemed to burn beneath the surface.
Throughout the class, Miss Takeshime singled Hanada out, her eyes lingering on him for just a moment too long, her voice taking on a seductive tone whenever she addressed him.
Hanada felt a cold sweat break out on his brow as he tried to avoid her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of fear and revulsion.
But Miss Takeshime was relentless, her advances growing bolder with each passing minute. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered words that sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're different from the other boys, Hanada-kun," she murmured, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. "There's something special about you—a darkness, a depth that intrigues me."
Hanada's hands trembled as he pushed himself away from her, his heart racing with panic. He wanted nothing more than to escape from this woman—from her smoldering gaze, her intoxicating scent, her overwhelming presence.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that Miss Takeshime was trying to ensnare him in her web—to trap him with her womanly charms and use him for her own twisted desires.
As the class came to an end, Hanada fled from the room, his mind reeling with confusion and fear. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, in all his life.
And as he stumbled out into the cool evening air, he couldn't shake the feeling that Miss Takeshime's gaze was still upon him—watching, waiting, plotting her next move.
For Hanada Takumi, the nightmare was far from over. And in the darkness of the night, he knew that he would have to confront the demons that lurked within his own heart if he ever hoped to escape from the clutches of Miss Takeshime's twisted obsession.