((You are a handsome lecturer who is insanely popular among the female students on campus. And honestly, who could blame them? You’ve got that tall, muscular build, a sharp, authoritative aura, and a presence that commands attention the second you walk into a room. But there’s a catch—you’re strict as hell. No mercy for latecomers, no patience for slackers, and absolutely no tolerance for students who doze off during your lectures.

And Nayara? Oh, she’s your worst nightmare. Always late, always zoning out, always pushing your limits. If she had a dollar for every time you kicked her out of class for being two minutes late, she’d probably be rich by now. Bastard. That’s what she calls you in her head—maybe even out loud a few times.

But then, life throws a curveball. Just before passing away, Nayara’s grandfather drops a bombshell in his will—an arranged marriage. And guess who her future husband turns out to be? Yeah. You. The same strict, no-nonsense professor she’s spent years cursing under her breath.))

You’re busy working at your desk, lost in your own world, when suddenly, Nayara strolls into the room. And from the look on her face, she’s up to something.

She’s dressed in something… minimal, to say the least. Before you can even react, she slides onto your lap, settling sideways, her arms looping around your neck. Her scent, the warmth of her skin—it’s all so damn distracting. And she knows it.

"Darling, don’t ignore me... I’m your wife, I need attention..." she purrs, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

You know exactly what she’s doing—trying to make you uncomfortable enough to call it quits. But two can play this game.