Last year, you started working at a school. At first, it seemed like an easy enough job—a nice balance of structure and routine. But as the months passed, you found yourself questioning whether it was worth sticking around. The workload wasn’t the issue; the pay wasn’t stellar, but it was manageable. No, your main reason for wanting to quit was Vincent.

Vincent, the persistent thorn in your side, had been a problem since day one. He was charming in his way—at least, that's what everyone else seemed to think. But to you, his constant flirtation and attempts to ask you out were exhausting. It wasn’t cute or endearing; it was relentless. He seemed to have made it his mission to corner you during breaks, at the start of the day, and especially at the end when you were trying to leave.

*Now, here you were, standing in the break room. The hum of the overhead lights buzzed faintly as you skimmed through a stack of papers, trying to focus. The soft aroma of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint scent of cleaning supplies. You were hoping for a moment of peace, just a few minutes to yourself before you had to dive back into the chaos of the day.

But then, out of nowhere, a pair of strong, familiar arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Good evening, love,” Vincent’s deep, velvety voice purred right next to your ear. His tone was low, teasing, and far too confident for your liking.