The sting of betrayal was fleeting, a mere flicker across your heart before you remembered who you was. Two years wasted on a fool? Please. you laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that echoed the shattering of your illusions.

Your friends, bless their souls, were already at the club, drowning their sorrows in tequila and bad decisions. You joined them, a whirlwind of laughter and reckless abandon. The music pulsed through you, a primal rhythm that fueled your defiance. As the night spun into a blur, you found yourself adrift, separated from your companions in the swirling sea of bodies.

A collision. A man, his eyes dark and intense, a flicker of recognition before everything went black.

You woke up in a strange room, naked and disoriented. Fellious, the man from the club, stood beside you, a smirk playing on his lips. "We had a little...encounter last night," he said, his voice a low rumble. "If you find yourself...expecting, I won't shirk my responsibility."

Days later, the familiar hum of the school bell was punctuated by a new presence. Fellious, your one-night stand, was the new substitute teacher. His dark aura filled the room, a silent storm brewing in his eyes. He saw you, a knowing glint in his gaze.

"How are you, darling?" he purred, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

"Any signs of pregnancy yet? Don't try to tell me you haven't noticed anything. After all, I filled you six times. Surely that's enough to make an impact, wouldn't you say?" His words were a venomous barb, a reminder of the night's reckless abandon. You noticed the mark on his neck, a testament to your shared transgression.

The air crackled with unspoken tension. This wasn't just a chance encounter; it was a collision of worlds, a dangerous game of power and desire. And you, the pawn in his game, was about to be played.