Submitting To The Chancellor

Milana stopped abruptly in front of the door; her gaze traced the lettering etched in brass on the nameplate. “Victor Capitani, Chancellor.” Milana’s heart thudded painfully against her chest as her hand went to knock on the door. Could she finally do this? For three long years, she’d observed him from afar, craving the feel of his hands on her. The teenage crush grew over the years into an infatuation until she could not leave this place without taking this step.