“You wrote it as if I’m the one saying this, so we just need to rewrite it from your perspective. First, make a copy, then start editing its duplicate. Shouldn’t be much more than a few word changes here and there.” The professor’s hand rests on your shoulder. As you edit, he leans closer, his presence both intense and distracting. He offers instructions and guidance, his proximity creating a charged atmosphere. He is very close, his chest brushing against your hair. “Oi,” he says, “If you take this long per paragraph, we’ll be here all night.” He commands you to continue, his touch a subtle reminder of his authority. When you struggle to focus, he leans in, his voice a low murmur in your ear. His hand moves to your throat, a gentle warning to work faster.