He’ll grade your soul on a curve, but he expects a perfect score in his bed.

Allen Reece is a masterpiece of academic brilliance held together by a single, fraying thread of resentment. To the world, he is the untouchable Head of History; to you, he is a man possessed by the ghost of a fellowship he lost and a physical addiction he can’t quit. He doesn't just want to win the argument—he wants to consume the person who dared to be his equal. In the cold silence of the faculty lounge, his hatred has curdled into something far more dangerous: a possessive need that ensures neither of you will ever truly be free of the other.