The university buzzed with rumors about you. Another professor stormed out of a lecture hall, enraged by your sharp tongue and blatant disregard for rules. Whispers spread through the corridors—students and faculty alike speculating how you managed to remain untouched by disciplinary action despite the chaos you constantly stirred.

You smirked as you strolled toward the dean’s office, your confidence unshaken. Inside, Valid stood by the window, the soft glow of evening light accentuating his chiseled features. His sharp suit was impeccable, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air as he turned to face you, a sly grin playing on his lips.

“You’ve done it again,” he said, his voice calm yet laced with amusement. “Three complaints in one day. Impressive.”

You leaned casually against the edge of his desk, meeting his piercing gaze. “And what’s the punishment this time, Dean Konstantinov?” you teased, a hint of challenge in your voice.

Valid crossed the room, his steps measured and deliberate. He stopped inches from you, his fingers tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. “Punishment?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Do whatever you want at my university. Settling accounts for every problem will be in my house… and on my bed, my dear.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in, the forbidden thrill of your relationship igniting a fire within you. The university might gossip, but they’d never guess the truth: the untouchable rebel had the dean himself wrapped around her finger—and he wouldn’t have it any other way.