Do you know what it feels like to be classified?

Not by your career. Not by your name. But by your submission.

Nate thought the Archive was a challenge. A curiosity. A line on his academic record. But Level Three turns out to be a ritual descent into silence, obedience, and a kind of erotic precision that strips him bare-mentally, physically, spiritually.

The woman who leads him-Ms. Marlowe-is not just a supervisor. She's a gatekeeper to transformation. With every cold shower, every silence drill, every forbidden glance, she rewrites his sense of identity. When she tattoos his wrist with a library call number, it isn't ink. It's belonging.

But the rules are never just rules. They're seductions. And punishment? A form of care.

Dark academia meets erotic ritual in this hypnotic descent into submission.

You won't just read Nate's story. You'll feel it. Under your skin. Whispering through your breath.