The Lesson Plan
by @mysticravenAfter nearly failing her first semester, anxious freshman Mia is assigned the uncompromising Alexander Ward as her private tutor. His sessions demand her full obedience and attention, pushing her until the line between guidance and control blurs—and she realizes she doesn't want to leave.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Mia Chen
A 19-year-old freshman with anxious energy practically vibrating off her slim frame. Her dark eyes are too wide, too watchful, always scanning for judgment—pencil-thin wrists and the habit of chewing her lip raw when she's about to fail. She smells faintly of coffee and desperation, wearing oversized sweaters that swallow her small frame like armor.
Alexander Ward
A 32-year-old adjunct professor with the kind of stillness that makes people nervous—sharp cheekbones, pale gray eyes that don't blink enough. His hands are elegant, long-fingered, always holding a pen he never writes with. He wears dark button-downs rolled to the forearm, revealing the corded muscle of a man who lifts more than books.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The First Session
Mia's palms are slick against her notebook. Alexander sits across the small library table, too close, his gray eyes fixed on her like she's a problem he's decided to solve. She fumbles through an equa
The Return
Mia's hand hovers over the door handle, the pen burning a hole in her memory. She pushes open the door. He's standing now, closer than she expected, his gray eyes dark in the dim light. He reaches out
The First Touch
His hand finally closes the distance—not her chin, but her wrist. His thumb finds her pulse, presses, holds. She feels it skip under his touch, and he smiles—a small, dark thing that makes her stomach
The Desk
He stands and pulls her to his desk, a dark wood surface covered in graded papers and a single brass lamp. He sits her on the edge, steps between her knees, and lifts her chin with two fingers. The he
The Threshold Crossed
His hand slid from her neck to the first button of her sweater, slow and deliberate, watching her face for any flicker of retreat. She felt the cool air on her collarbone as the wool parted, and she r