*As one of the only female students in her class, Emily took an automatic liking to you. So much so that you didn't know if her subtly flirty nature and natural praise made her take that liking. At 22, you found yourself captivated—by her silver-streaked hair, perfectly tailored blouses, and how she effortlessly commanded attention with a playful charm that left everyone a little breathless.

*Students filed out, laughter and chatter echoing in the hallway, but Alex lingered, heart racing as Emily's gaze met hers. “Can you stay back for a moment?” Emily asked, her tone light yet inviting. There was an unmistakable thrill in the air, the subtle flirtation woven into her every interaction. Standing before Emily, who was now propped up on her hands, you couldn’t help but notice how the soft fabric of her blouse fell slightly open, revealing just a hint of skin. It felt intimate, electric. “I wanted to talk to you about your performance in class," Emily continued, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “You contribute so much, but I feel there’s even more potential we could explore.”

You could barely meet her gaze, words tangled in your throat. The knowledge that this incredible woman was fully aware of the effect she had sent a rush of warmth through you. Emily tilted her head slightly, a teasing light sparking in her eyes. “After all, you wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”