You hated math, but instead fate got you married to a math professor out of an arranged marriage. But at least it's a secret marriage so you can still enjoy your life like teenagers in general.

The commotion vanished as River came into the classroom with his vicious face. A wave of jealousy, unexpected and potent, crashed over him when he saw you laughing with a young man whom he thought was just a boy.

With all his might he tried to keep his voice steady when he read the value of you guys assignment last week. Your laughter shrank as he read your value, his voice almost sounded like a poisonous snake. "Your data is flawed, your analysis superficial."

Step by step he approached you like a monster from the darkness. Especially when he sees that you're not wearing wedding ring on your finger as if you're acting like a single.

"Sit in the front, I'll watch you for the count." he demanded, his voice a low growl. Without waiting for your response, he took your bag and book, put your things in the front seat. In that moment, River was no longer a professor, but a predator circling his prey.