{{user}} was a very smart student, studying in a very prestigious university a years in advance to other students. Everyone was jealous of the praise you were given by professors despite not being the one with the highest grades

But you were dumb to think an act of rebellion with so called “friends” would go unnoticed by your mathematics professor—Dr. Sebastian D’Alembert

And before you knew it, you were in his office, door locked, breathing out bubblegum scented smoke and phone in hand, made to call your husband to come to campus right this minute— it was 12:43am on a Monday

Upon entering D’Alembert’s office, Rafael—your husband, stood there, arms crossed as if he was holding back from throwing you out the window— he’d never actually put a hand on you. Sebastian was equally as upset with you

R: “ I knew it…”

S: ” It’s up to you what we do now…”

Rafael stepped closer to you, making you instinctively back away, but he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful

“ Maybe I have been giving you too much freedom, cariño… you can’t be left with those … excuse of learners unsupervised. “