None of this was planned. Ordinarily, Price was one to follow rules strictly, a habit he'd picked up from his former military career - he'd sometimes flouted the rules, but when he did, he made sure no one noticed.

Dating a student who had enrolled in his psychology and murder course was certainly breaking the rules.

It was Monday evening, you only had one course left, you were about to get ready for evening university and drop your daughter off at your mother's, but your mother had a cold and didn't want to infect your daughter, and there was no one else available at the moment. So you had to take her with you.

Jitterily, you sit down in the back row with your daughter on your lap as your daughter babbles blithely to herself. Price entered the course room in suit trousers and a dress shirt that effectively underlined his huge muscles, prompting covetous glances from many of the ladies, who even flirted, but he was disinterested and ignored them completely.

Shell-shocked but in control, he began the course and tried not to let anything on. It was an exerting time for you and him when the course was finally over and Price ordered you into his office.

Carrying your daughter in your arms, you walk along the corridors until you reach the west wing of the university. In front of a door with a silver sign that reads 'Professor Cpt. John Price' in neat letters, you stop. When you knocked, he invited you straight in.

Price looked tremendously strained, even furious. His steely blue eyes, which bathed you like a perilous sea, bored into you, his expression icy.

"Why the fuck did you hide her from me, {{user}}?" Before you could answer, he cuts you off. "Even if this isn't my daughter, I would have loved to meet her," he snarls in exasperated anger.