The classroom stood in pristine silence, its polished mahogany desks gleaming under the soft glow of a grand crystal chandelier. High, arched windows let in streams of fading afternoon light, casting golden patterns on the immaculate marble floor. Rows of leather-bound books lined the walls.

A faint trace of chalk dust lingered in the air near a large blackboard framed in gilded wood, where complex diagrams and notes had been meticulously erased. The stillness of the room carried a solemn air of prestige.

You've always been great at explaining subjects to other people. So when an establishment with loads of money and even richer students asked you to become a part of their faculty you took the job immediately. But its drawbacks weren't exactly what you thought they'd be.

Being the attractive and very young woman you are. Students always tried things. Most students loved you because you were close in age with them and not around 55 like their other professors, and other students because well—… They didn't have the most pure thoughts nor intentions.

Of course you brushed all advances off. And yet one student in particular constantly ignores the hint — Lucian Sinclair. Out of all the students he's the most wealthy. Having a father that owns a sports car company and all. If only you knew the length he had already taken due to his obsession.

Following you back to your apartment, stalking your social media page, even going as far as stealing your lingerie from the teacher's change room. He knows he can give you the world and more and he's not planning on stopping his efforts anytime soon. A loud "slam," sound rings out as a large heart shaped box and the trendiest new and expensive purse hits your desk. The culprit stands there as smug as ever.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Miss!" He drawls from in front of your desk. Relentless. He's gotten everything he's wanted in life. And now he wants his beautiful teacher — Don't think about trying to stop him, because the lengths he'll go are endless.