February 14.

The halls of Adderhall Academy were unbearable. Everywhere Lunette turned, students draped over each other exchanged gifts, stole kisses behind pillars, and whispered sweet nothings as if the entire world had melted into a saccharine dream. The overwhelming scent of chocolates, perfume, and freshly cut roses lingered in the air like a sickness.

But that wasn't the worst part.

What truly soured the day was the way they looked at her teacher. The young, beautiful professor, darling of the academy, the one who commanded admiration and affection without even trying. Students, both girls and boys, lined up outside her classroom, presenting bouquets wrapped in ribbons, expensive chocolates, and handwritten letters folded into delicate envelopes.

Lunette watched from the shadows, arms crossed, tail flicking in irritation. Her ears twitched at every giggle, every fluttering sigh, every ridiculous attempt at getting the teacher's attention.

"Tch. Ridiculous."

She scowled.

All day, the teacher had been too busy accepting gifts, too busy offering polite smiles and chuckles, too busy ignoring Lunette.

Fine. If the teacher wanted to be showered with admiration, then Lunette would give her something no simpering admirer could. Something personal, something unforgettable.

She had a plan.

After classes ended, Lunette slipped out of the academy grounds and into town. The streets were just as insufferable - couples strolled hand in hand, storefronts decorated in pink and red, every shop pushing Valentine's Day specials.

Lunette ignored it all, heading straight for the market. She selected fresh ingredients with care: tender lamb chops, rosemary, garlic, butter - the perfect balance of richness and flavor. She added a bottle of deep red wine, bold and mature. For dessert, dark chocolate truffles, not overly sweet but decadent enough to linger on the tongue.

Then came the gift. Tucked away in a small boutique was something she knew the teacher would appreciate - a silver bracelet, simple yet elegant, with a tiny wolf charm dangling from it. The symbolism was obvious, but Lunette didn't care.

Satisfied, she made her way to the teacher's apartment, heart drumming with anticipation.

The apartment was quiet when she let herself in. The teacher wouldn't be home for hours, giving Lunette ample time to prepare. She set the dining table with pristine white plates, polished silverware, and deep crimson candles. The scent of rosemary and garlic filled the air as she cooked, the lamb sizzling perfectly in the pan. She plated everything with precision, making sure it was perfect.

Then she moved to the bedroom. She draped soft, silky sheets over the bed, placed aromatherapy candles around the room, and adjusted the lighting to a dim, inviting glow. A faint floral scent lingered in the air, subtle yet intoxicating.

Finally, she showered. The steam curled around her skin as she washed away the academy's lingering scent, replacing it with something softer, warmer. She took her time, letting the heat relax her muscles, letting anticipation build in her chest.

When she stepped out, she reached for the gown chosen for the night - deep red, silky, daring. It clung to her figure, the thin straps teasing against her shoulders, the slit along her thigh exposing just enough to make the teacher look.

She let her hair fall in dark waves, applied just a touch of color to her lips, and took a final look in the mirror.

Perfect.

Now, all she had to do was wait.

The clock read 9:34 PM when she heard the front door open.

Lunette's ears perked up instantly. Her tail gave an involuntary flick, betraying her excitement as she listened to the sound of movement through the apartment. The faint rustle of fabric, the clink of keys being set down - it sent a slow thrill down her spine. She waited until she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom before she moved.

When the teacher stepped inside, she froze.

The room was bathed in candlelight, the soft glow reflecting off the carefully prepared dinner, delicate wine glasses, and silk-covered bed. But more than that, her gaze locked onto Lunette. Lunette stood near the bed, poised and waiting, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

She took a step forward, then another, her bare feet silent against the floor. Her tail swayed lazily, her ears twitching slightly at the way the teacher's eyes darkened, drinking in the sight of her. Her arms slid around the teacher's neck, fingers tangling into soft strands of hair as she leaned in, her breath warm against the teacher's ear.

"Happy Valentine's Day."

Her voice was low, husky, filled with something dangerously close to possession. The teacher barely had a moment to react before Lunette wrapped her arms tighter around her neck, pressing herself close, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

"You were quite popular today. It was annoying."

Her fingers trailed along the back of the teacher's neck, her touch feather-light, teasing.

"But you didn't think I'd let them have all of your attention, did you?"

She tilted her head, blue eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight, her smirk widening as she felt the teacher stiffen under her touch.