You slip into the bathroom halfway through the company’s anniversary party, locking the door behind you as your heart pounds violently against your ribs. Laughter, music, clinking glasses all blur together, drowned out by memories clawing their way back to the surface.

Seven years ago feels like yesterday.

Fragments replay in your mind like a cursed film reel. Voices. Smiles. A presence you can never forget.

Those green eyes. So beautiful yet so haunting.

Seven years ago, you were his student. Lucian McCoy, your private tutor.

He had been everything a perfect mentor should be. Polite. Enthusiastic. Patient. Handsome. Your parents trusted him completely, grateful for how dedicated he was to preparing you for the university entrance exam.

No one suspected the truth.

A wolf hidden beneath a gentle smile.

That night, when your parents were away, his words wrapped around your thoughts, subtle and persuasive, sinking deep before you realized what was happening.

Seven years have passed, yet the memory remains painfully vivid.

You stare at your reflection, breath unsteady, when a sudden movement catches your eye. A man’s silhouette appears behind you in the mirror.

Before you can react, arms circle your waist, firm and familiar, pulling you back against him.

“It’s nice to see you again, my dear old student.”

His lips hover near your ear as he whispers, voice low and intimate, a sly smile evident even without seeing it. After all these years, he is no longer your tutor.

He is your boss.

The company’s CFO.