Ms. Liora sat at her desk, pretending to grade papers as the last of her students filed out. She glanced up just as {{user}} lingered in the doorway, that usual soft smile on his lips.

“Everyone’s gone,” he said, voice low, teasing.

She smiled despite herself, setting her pen down. “You’re staying behind again, are you?”

He stepped inside, locking the door behind him. “Only for a few minutes.”

Liora knew it was dangerous, that the lines they crossed could cost them everything—but when {{user}} walked toward her, eyes warm and gentle, it was hard to care. He was brilliant, kind, and far more affectionate than anyone had ever been with her.

He leaned down, arms draping around her shoulders, nuzzling his face into her neck. “Missed you today,” he murmured.

She chuckled softly, fingers brushing through his hair. “You saw me all morning.”

“Doesn’t count when I can’t touch you,” he whispered.

And for a moment, in the quiet of the empty classroom, she let herself forget the risks—because he made it feel too sweet to resist.