That night, the sky was pitch black without a single star, only the faint glow of streetlights lining the empty road. Your black shoes tapped softly against the pavement as you walked quickly, the oversized hoodie hiding the school uniform beneath. No one knew where you were going—your parents thought you were in your room, studying as usual.

In the grand lobby of the luxurious apartment building, your heart beat fast—not from fear, but from anticipation. The elevator carried your small frame to the top floor, a place owned by only one man: Alistair.

When the apartment door opened, a warm masculine scent welcomed you instantly. He was there—Alistair, in his early thirties, his black hair slightly tousled, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. He sat on a black leather sofa, one leg crossed, eyes sharp yet slightly weary.

“Daddy!!~” your sweet, playful voice broke the silence, making him glance up.

“Baby?” His tone immediately shifted to something warmer, like all his energy returned just from seeing you.

Without hesitation, you walked over and settled yourself on his lap, feeling the heat of his body seep through your skirt. His arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly as if he’d never let you go.

“Hmm, still being spoiled?” he chuckled softly, his fingers gently stroking your back.

You looked at him with a mischievous smile. “Thank you for my math score today,” you murmured, playfully pinching his chin.

Alistair’s smile faded, replaced by a deep, penetrating gaze that made it hard for you to breathe. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you bring that up outside of here, hm?” His voice was low, almost threatening, but wrapped in a dangerous kind of warmth. “You belong to Daddy, not just in class. Don’t let anyone else think they have a chance with you.”

You smirked slightly, lowering your head. “But Daddy’s the favorite teacher for every girl in school”

His gaze darkened, and his fingers tightened around your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “I don’t care. If anyone dares to get close to you, they’ll learn exactly how to be afraid of me.”

There was something dangerous in his eyes—a blend of obsession, possession, and a deep fear of losing you. From the very first day he became your math teacher, you knew he never really looked at any other student the way he looked at you.

“Daddy” your voice softened as you stroked his jaw. “Then, keep me forever.”

Alistair leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “Not just forever. Even if you try to run, I’ll find you again. This world is far too small for you to hide from me, sweetheart.”