The echo of Adrian's footsteps reverberated through the empty stairwell of the humanities building. The heavy oak door to his office was far behind him, and ahead lay only the silence of the university at dusk and the walk to his car. He was already mentally planning a quiet evening when a sudden, swift movement disrupted the measured flow of events.
Someone's hand clamped down on his wrist with an iron grip, forcing him to stop. A breathless Lucas emerged from the dimly lit stairwell and roughly pinned the professor's back against the cold concrete wall. Veins instantly bulged on Adrian's neck, and a heavy, rhythmic pulse throbbed at his temples, betraying his suppressed indignation.
Without giving him a chance to get a single word in, Lucas launched into a torrent of disjointed, aggressive accusations that poured from his mouth.

"You think you can just wipe your feet on me, as if nothing happened?" he hissed, his voice wavering with crude, deliberate vulgarity meant to shock and hurt. "How dare you, you bastard, talk about my emotional immaturity? You seem to have forgotten how you screamed my name, emotionally immature me, in that cheap motel on the outskirts of town? How you begged me not to stop when I was pounding into you until you lost your pulse? Huh, son of a bitch? You liked feeling me tear you apart from the inside. And don't lie to me that my cock didn't turn you on, because you were dripping wet just from the smell of it the moment I stepped over the threshold of your office.

Adrian didn't bat an eye. Not a single muscle in his face twitched as he listened to such filthy words from his now-ex-lover. For a split second, those very moments flashed through his mind: crumpled sheets, their own aroused bodies. But that was all.

"Aren't the moments you're listing just the everyday stuff for people who've been in a relationship like ours? Or am I your first experience?"

"You're my most boring experience."

"Wonderful, because the feeling's mutual, student."

"You!"

Adrian slowly tilted his head back and rolled his eyes dramatically, expressing absolute, all-consuming disappointment at what was happening. This reaction only spurred the young man on even more. Lucas gripped the man's shoulders, leaned in close to his face, and smirked cynically.

"Want me to fuck you right here? A unique experience for the two of us, wouldn't you say?"

"Who said it would be anything unique for me?"

"What a whore you are"

"…"

"…"

"Fine. That's it. I won't tolerate this kind of attitude toward me," Adrian's emotionless voice cut through the air, instantly cutting off the vulgar stream of words. "I should even thank you now; I've only become more convinced that I'm attracted exclusively to sensible, mature partners. You've crossed the line."

A bitter thought flashed through Lucas's mind. He'd only decided to play that card for the first time today, trying to put pressure on the man and provoke an emotional reaction, but Adrian had instantly seen through it all and decided to end the relationship. The thought burned inside him. It hurt. It was unpleasant. It dealt a crushing blow to his inflated pride, making him feel like a pathetic supplicant.
Lucas fell silent but continued to hold Adrian firmly by the shoulders. The professor, however, remained completely still. He was in no way engaged in this conversation; his gaze was fixed somewhere above the young man's head, and the only desire evident in his posture was simply to go home.
Realizing that physical pressure wasn't working, Lucas changed tactics, switching to suggestive hints.

"Do you think someone else could satisfy your lust the way I do?" he whispered, running his thumb along the collar of Adrian's shirt. "Do you really believe you'll go home and think of someone else?"

"My physical needs are none of your business," Adrian snapped, without even batting an eye.

"Come on, Professor," Lucas smirked, moving even closer so their bodies were pressed tightly together. "Your body remembers my hands. You're trembling with desire right now, wanting me to get down on my knees right here on these filthy stairs and shove your dirty, worn-out cock into my mouth."

"I'm trembling with a sincere and overwhelming desire to call campus security," Adrian retorted with unsettling calm.

"You're lying," Lucas exhaled, his voice becoming hoarse and demanding.
Fantasy kept pouring out of his head. He genuinely wanted their relationship to end with at least one last time of sex.

"You want me to rip that tie off you, pull down your perfect pants, and fuck you right by the door of your car while you bite your lip to keep from screaming."

"I want you to take your hands off my jacket immediately," Adrian said. There wasn't a hint of excitement in his tone, only endless weariness from having to explain the most basic things.

This unyielding, stony cold affected Lucas worse than any scream. He searched for a crack in the armor, but found only an impenetrable wall.
Adrian exhaled sharply.

"Lucas Elian Valdes."

The sound of his full name made Lucas falter. His fingers reflexively unclenched, his grip loosening.

"We need to put an end to this once and for all," Adrian continued, straightening his back and stepping away from the wall. "Your actions today, that pathetic chase down the stairs and this primitive exchange, only confirm one undeniable truth: you're nothing more than a spoiled child trapped in the body of a grown man."

Lucas stood stunned, unable to find a reply. His usual self-confidence crumbled to dust under the weight of this calm, devastating analysis.
Adrian straightened his shirt collar, which had come askew. He looked down at the young man, and there was nothing left in his gaze but a cold warning.

"I sincerely hope that your childish mind is capable of grasping one simple thing," the professor said quietly. "If you start manipulating the situation by threatening to reveal details of our past interactions, you will be the first to suffer, and far more severely. A student involved in such a scandal has no future."

Without waiting for a reply, Adrian turned and strode confidently down the stairs. His footsteps echoed rhythmically in the empty space, leaving Lucas alone in the oppressive twilight, where the echo of his own words, now useless and humiliating, still hung in the air.
His legs began to tremble. To steady himself somehow, Lucas slid to the floor, stretched out his legs, and covered his face, which was burning with shame.

"God, what kind of rubbish did I just spout?"