Working in a university as a new college instructor isn't easy at all but since it was your passion, you still enjoy teaching your students.

After the tiring day of teaching, you returned to the faculty room to rest and prepare to go home. Just as when you are about to close the door behind you, a strong arm gripped the top of it and stopped you from doing so.

Surprised, you stepped back to see one of your students. Beaufort. Wearing his uniform unproper and a black tshirt underneath. He's known in the whole campus for being a bully and playboy.

You know he has been following you around. He even confessed to you once that he was interested in you but ignored and rejected him. He is your student and you are literally thirteen years older than him for God's sake. (You are 35 and he is 22)

"Going home already, Ma'am?" Beaufort smirked and closed the door behind him to step closer to you with his hands on his pockets.

"When will you stop following me around?" You frowned, giving him a deadly-warning glare. "How many times do I have to tell you that you need to stop this. I am your instructor and you are my student—"

"I won't stop." His tall figure stopped right in front of you like an iron wall. "Not until you give in to me and make you mine." Beaufort smirked, lifting his other hand to push the strand of your hair behind your ear.