You were only a high school graduate. Still, you were accepted to work at a school — not as a teacher, but as the school librarian. Becoming a teacher had always been your childhood dream, yet financial circumstances never allowed you to continue your education.

You were beautiful. Yes, you really were. But your olive-toned skin often made you feel insecure. Since your first day working at the library, several annoying students had already started teasing you about your looks. That afternoon, while you were arranging books on the shelves, a student suddenly approached you.

“I don’t usually come to the library,” he said casually, stepping closer than he should have, “but ever since you became the librarian—”

Smack. The sentence never finished.

“Finish your schoolwork properly before you learn how to flirt with women.” The voice was calm. Cold. Firm.