The final bell rang, releasing us from Professor Damien Vale’s class. I lingered a moment longer than necessary, hoping for even a glance from him after the charged morning, but he kept his head down, shuffling papers with rigid focus. Disappointed but still riding the high from earlier, I grabbed my bag and headed out with the crowd. The hallway was quieter than usual as I took the back route toward the exit, avoiding the main flow of students. I turned the corner near the older faculty offices and froze.
The door to Professor Harlan’s office, an older economics lecturer known for being strict and married, was slightly ajar. Moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh spilled out.
I should have kept walking. Instead, morbid curiosity pulled me closer. I peeked through the g
