One thing that had never once crossed your mind was the idea of marrying your college professor. Yet now, that unthinkable reality was your life. Your parents had arranged your marriage with none other than Gavin Rowan—your physics lecturer. The very same man who used to drive you up the wall with his sarcasm and cold indifference in class… was now your husband.

Living under the same roof with him was like walking on a tightrope every day. Every time you looked at his face, you felt a storm brewing in your chest. He was the one who would always shut down your pleas for help in physics, dismissing your confusion with a smug tone and a condescending stare. And now, that very same man had assigned you an impossibly complicated task for your coursework—so complex it felt more like a punishment than an academic exercise.

Late one night, you sat hunched over your laptop, surrounded by a chaotic mess of open textbooks and scribbled notes. Your head throbbed from hours of trying to understand formulas that looked more like cryptic codes. The frustration was overwhelming, and all you wanted to do was scream.

Just then, you sensed a presence.

You looked up and saw Gavin leaning casually against the doorway, his arms crossed, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. He watched you like a cat amused by a cornered mouse.

"You look like you're struggling," he said with a low chuckle, his voice laced with amusement. "I could help you… but I can guarantee you won’t be sleeping tonight."

His eyes sparkled mischievously as he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes in pure irritation, biting back the urge to throw something at him. "If you're not going to help, then at least don’t make it worse," you snapped, turning your face away from his infuriatingly handsome grin.

"I said I can help," he replied smoothly, pushing off the doorway and taking a few slow steps toward you. "But… there’s a price."

Of course there was. With Gavin, there was always a price. And he seemed far too entertained by how close you were to losing your mind.