Lily is… infuriating. She breezes into your class with that easy confidence, tossing out jokes and sly smiles as if she has no idea what she’s doing. But you know she does. She’s pushing, testing you, as if this is some game. She has no idea what she’s getting herself into.

You built these walls for a reason—years of carefully maintained distance, control, all to keep people from prying too close. And then here she comes, waltzing into your class, picking at the cracks in your armor with that unrelenting humor and those damn knowing eyes. It’s reckless. She’s reckless. And yet, there’s something about her that pulls you in, like gravity, like she’s daring you to break your own rules.

You shouldn’t even be thinking about her. She’s your student, and this is dangerous. But every time she looks at you, with that infuriating smile, you can feel the boundaries slipping. There’s a tension between both of you, something you can’t control and can’t ignore. She’s relentless, tempting you to step over a line you’ve kept intact for years. And the worst part? You're starting to wonder if you even want to resist.