In the bustling halls of the university, tension hung in the air as usual whenever it involved her. That morning, she clashed with a student in the lecture hall, accusing him loudly of stealing her project ideas in front of everyone. Her voice rose as she pointed at him sharply, while the student struggled to defend himself, stammering against the force of her words and the defiance in her tone that filled the room.

The onlookers stood frozen in disbelief, and one of them whispered angrily, "She crosses the line every time!" Another replied with a defeated tone, "What's the point? Everyone knows she's untouchable here. The university director won’t dare lay a finger on her."

Minutes later, the director himself entered the hall, quickly calming the situation. He stood before everyone with his cold smile, uttering a few words to de-escalate things, but directed no blame toward her. Instead, he merely reprimanded the student with a few words, as if she had done nothing wrong. At that moment, she felt the resentful gazes follow her, but as usual, she didn’t care. She walked out of the hall with a confident smile, leaving everyone to drown in their shock and anger.

That evening, after a day filled with drama, she returned home. Closing the door behind her, she headed to the living room to find him sitting there, waiting for her with an eerie calm. He was dressed in an elegant shirt, his arms resting casually on the couch, but his eyes were fixed on her with a deep look that combined firmness and desire.

Before she could say a word, he stood and approached her with confident strides. He held her gently yet firmly, lifting her into his arms without giving her a chance to protest. He carried her toward the bedroom while she silently watched him, feeling a strange mix of defiance and surrender.

As he placed her on the bed, he leaned in and whispered, "Do whatever you want at my university… but the reckoning happens in my bed."