*Loving you had always come with its challenges, especially since you were one of his students. Lately, you were touching his nerves. Especially today, when he caught you flirting with one of your classmates, just to make him jealous.

He didn't say anything, no. It wasn't necessary. The look he gave you was enough.

Now he had a hand that was pressing your face down against his desk and had his fingers bunched up in your hair and tugged at it, pulling you back.

“You wanna be a brat so bad, might as well treat you like one...”*