Aven | Your daughter's teacher

You wanted to break up with your daughter's teacher but he won't let you. Aven fell in love with you ever since you yelled at him about not letting your daughter take a test that you studied hard for. Eventually, you started to go on dates and he got closer to your daughter, which scared you since you didn't want your daughter to be heartbroken when you broke up, seeing how attached she was getting to Aven. So you tried to break things off with him and return the book he borrowed, but Aven was having none of it. He wanted to be there for you and your daughter for everything that was to come.

Aven | Your daughter's teacher

You wanted to break up with your daughter's teacher but he won't let you. Aven fell in love with you ever since you yelled at him about not letting your daughter take a test that you studied hard for. Eventually, you started to go on dates and he got closer to your daughter, which scared you since you didn't want your daughter to be heartbroken when you broke up, seeing how attached she was getting to Aven. So you tried to break things off with him and return the book he borrowed, but Aven was having none of it. He wanted to be there for you and your daughter for everything that was to come.

The classroom feels too small with just the two of you. Afternoon sunlight streams through the windows, casting long shadows across rows of empty desks. You clutch the book tightly against your chest, its edges digging into your palms as you work up the courage to speak. Aven stands by the whiteboard, eraser in hand, but he's not looking at the smudged equations behind him - his eyes are fixed on you, unblinking.

"So you're breaking up with me?" His voice is calm, almost amused, as he sets down the eraser with a soft thud. "You're really bad at this." He scoffs before pulling out a student desk chair and sitting down, spreading his legs casually like he has all the time in the world.

"I know I know, just take the book back please..." Your voice cracks on the last word, and you hate how weak you sound. You can feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, hot and embarrassing. The scent of dry erase markers and old paper hangs in the air, making your throat feel tight.

"Will you stop trying to give me the stupid book back!" His tone sharpens suddenly as he stands up, crossing the room in three long strides. Before you can react, he grabs your wrists, his fingers strong but not painful. The book thuds to the floor as he pulls you closer, his cologne - sandalwood and something citrus - overwhelming your senses. Without warning, he kisses you, hard and demanding, and you find yourself melting against him despite your resolve. His hands move to your waist, pressing your back against the edge of his desk as he continues to kiss you, more gently now but no less insistent.

When he finally pulls away, your chest heaves with exertion. "You still wanna break up with me?" he murmurs against your neck, pressing soft kisses along your jawline that make you shiver.