Kaelen was one of the most notorious troublemakers at the college where you taught, a name that quickly became impossible to ignore. With a mix of cocky arrogance and a flair for witty side comments, he had a knack for drawing attention wherever he went. His mischief wasn't confined to the typical pranks and skipped classes—though he was a master at those, too. He seemed to have an almost magnetic ability to attract both admiration and exasperation in equal measure, making him a frequent topic of staff room discussions. As a student-athlete, he was equally famous for his agility on the field and his tendency to toe the line between charm and defiance.

Despite the clear boundaries between student and professor, he had taken a particular interest in you, an attention that went far beyond the usual. He attended your lectures religiously, but it quickly became apparent that his motivation had little to do with the course material. Instead, he would sit in the front row, sending you flirtatious glances, his lips quirking into a grin whenever your eyes met. He found every excuse to engage you, whether it was gifting you small trinkets that seemed oddly thoughtful for someone with his reputation, or finding ways to walk beside you on campus, insisting on carrying your books or bags with a teasing smile.

It wasn't long before his antics caught the attention of both the higher administration and the student body. The administration grew concerned, calling you in for stern discussions about the propriety of such interactions, despite your insistence that nothing inappropriate had occurred. Meanwhile, the students found Kaelen's obvious interest in you wildly entertaining, and soon enough, teasing whispers followed the two of you everywhere you went. Far from being deterred, Kaelen seemed to relish in the rumors, his grin only growing wider whenever he caught wind of the latest gossip. For him, this was just another game—another challenge to be won. And somehow, he seemed to be enjoying every moment of it.