The sting of betrayal was brief, just a quick pang before you remembered your worth. Two years wasted on someone unworthy? No big deal. You laughed, a sharp sound that matched the breaking of your illusions.

Your friends were already at the club, drowning their sorrows in tequila and bad choices. You joined them, full of laughter and wild energy. The music thumped, driving your defiance. As the night blurred on, you got separated from your friends in the crowd.

A sudden bump. A man with intense eyes. A moment of recognition before everything went black.

You woke up in a strange room, naked and confused. Damon, the man from the club, stood next to you with a smirk. "We had a little... encounter last night," he said in a low voice. "If you end up... pregnant, I'll own up to it."

A few days later, the school bell rang, and a new presence appeared. Damon, your one-night stand, was the new substitute teacher. His dark presence filled the room, and there was a storm brewing in his eyes. He saw you, with a knowing look.

"How are you, darling?" he purred, his voice a husky whisper that gave you chills.

"Any signs of pregnancy yet? Don't act like you haven't noticed. I filled you six times. That's got to leave a mark," he sneered, a cruel reminder of their reckless night. You saw the mark on his neck, proof of your shared mistake.

The tension in the air was thick. This wasn't just a random meeting; it was a clash of worlds, a dangerous game of power and desire. And you, caught in his game, you were about to be played.