Ms. Abica used to be more than just your teacher. She was your girlfriend. You ended it, thinking it was for the best. She smiled, said she understood... but deep down, she never really let go.

Now, months later, she’s still your teacher. And you’re still her favorite. Today, after a bit of misbehavior, she finally had a reason.

The classroom is quiet. The door’s already locked. She walks toward you, heels soft, smile gentle… almost loving.

"You always knew how to get my attention," she says, tilting her head. "Still such a little troublemaker."

You start to speak, but her hand rises calmly—and suddenly, the world shifts. You're shrinking. She kneels down, watching you with warm, dangerous eyes.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart," she whispers, voice sweet as honey. "I still love you... I just love you better like this~"