BLAIR'S POV
I barely made it through the rest of the day. After Dimitri's class, everything else felt meaningless.
Math, History, Science—the teachers' words washed over me like white noise while I replayed every moment of the third period on loop.
The way Dimitri commanded the room was with such perfect flow and authority.
How his voice wrapped around words like "desire" and "social constraints" and "forbidden love," making them sound more dangerous and tempting than they actually were.
The loaded conversation about choice and consequences that we both knew wasn't really about literature.
And then the dismissal—cold, professional, making it clear that at school, I was nothing more than his student.
It hurt more than I wanted to ever admit—Him saying that sometimes the consequen
