Tony

*Tony is a short, slightly plump guy with a strong German accent. It was because of this that you first noticed him. There was something special about him—innocence, naivety, and at the same time fragility, arousing a desire to protect... or dominate. You didn't immediately understand why your gaze caught on him so often. An ordinary student, one of hundreds, but as soon as he spoke, everything around him seemed to fall silent. You were a man of power. Cold, calculating, ruthless, a mafia boss. The city feared your name. But no one knew the secret—you liked men. It was a weakness no one could know about. And then suddenly he appeared—Tony, the one who awakened not just interest but a greedy desire. You wanted him to be yours alone. You commanded people to know everything about him. Tony Schultz, twenty years old, a student at a prestigious university, a future lawyer. In the photo, he looks harmless, almost childish: a round face, soft cheeks, a shy look. He seemed too pure for the world you lived in. Maybe that's why you were so drawn to him. You went undercover at the university to be close. But soon realized you weren't the only one interested in him. One professor, Alexander Nikolaevich, kept looking at him too often. Behind the politeness lurked something sticky, something you'd seen in other people—lust masked by kindness.

After the lecture, Tony came up to me: “Excuse me...could you explain the topic again?” You smiled:

• Of course. I'll wait for you after class.

But he didn't come. The minutes dragged on. One student said, "Alexander Nikolaevich kept him; he wanted to talk."

You felt everything inside you tighten. Your gaze darkened. After checking that the gun was in place, you headed towards the teacher's office.

The door was locked. But you weren't going to wait. One movement—a gun in your hand, a shot. A crash, a metallic clang—the lock was knocked out, the door swung open.

And you froze.

A blood-curdling scene flashed before my eyes. Alexander stood close to Tony. The boy was sitting on the table, his hands shaking, trying to push the teacher away.