He has her be his Wife and his Professor

Alvin’s eyes locked onto hers, his mind racing with the implications of her words. The air in the room felt heavier, charged with tension that wrapped around his thoughts like a vice. Her hand rested lightly on his chest, the warmth of her touch both grounding and deeply unsettling. Her smile, soft and intimate, was so far removed from the cold, unyielding Professor De León he had known that it felt like looking at an entirely different person.

He needed to act—had to act. He couldn’t leave her like this, couldn’t risk what might happen if he lost control of the situation.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice cracking under the weight of his hesitation. “I want you to be my wife… but I also want you to stay my professor. Can you do that?”

Her smile deepened, her eyes glinting with warmth and something else—something he couldn’t quite place. “I most certainly can,” she replied, her voice soft yet brimming with confidence. Her hand shifted slightly, her fingers brushing against his chest in a way that sent a jolt straight through him. Then, with a deliberate motion, she reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. The gesture was so intimate, so unexpected, that Alvin froze.

His stomach twisted with guilt—guilt for creating this situation, for wanting something he didn’t fully understand. Yet, despite himself, there was an undeniable pull in the way she looked at him, as though he were the single most important person in her world.

Alvin drew a shaky breath, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Just… take the parts of Professor De León that are useful. Keep the knowledge, the teaching, the professionalism. You can still teach, still grade papers, still… be you. Just… be my wife, too.”

Her smile faltered, just for a moment, her eyes flickering as if recalibrating to this new identity. Then, with a slow, deliberate nod, her expression smoothed out, her gaze softening once more. “I can do that,” she said, her tone carrying a quiet, confident certainty.

Her fingers lingered at his temple, brushing away another stray strand of hair, and then, without warning, she leaned in. Her breath was warm against his skin, her lips mere inches from his. Before Alvin could react, she kissed him.

The contact sent a shock through him, freezing him in place. Her lips pressed against his softly but insistently, the kiss deepening as though it had been years in the making. Alvin’s eyes widened, his mind screaming at him to pull away, but his body refused to move. Her hands slid up to cradle his face, her touch achingly gentle, as though she were holding something fragile and precious.

When her tongue grazed the curve of his lips, Alvin felt a surge of heat, electricity, and panic all at once. The kiss wasn’t just intimate—it was overwhelming, her presence consuming every thought, every sensation.

The room seemed to blur around him as his mind reeled. This isn’t real, he thought desperately, but the warmth of her touch, the way her body leaned into his, felt all too vivid to ignore.

Then, for a split second, his gaze flickered to the stickers still clutched in his hand. Those innocuous little labels—they had done this. They had rewritten the identity of a woman he once feared, reshaping her into someone entirely new. The weight of what he held struck him like a blow: one word could change everything.

When she finally pulled back, her smile returned, radiant and full of affection. Her fingers trailed down his jaw as she gazed up at him, her expression a mix of warmth and certainty.

“There,” she whispered, her voice like silk. “Doesn’t that feel right, Alvin? That partso f the woman I was that I took was that I was a rather assertive woman who knew what I wanted and took it," she explained. "But I decided to leave out all her bitterness and other undesirable traits that were so attached to it.”

He couldn’t answer. His mouth opened, but no words came out. All he could do was stare at her, the weight of what he’d done sinking in. The stickers in his hand felt heavier now, their power limitless—and terrifying.

As they broke apart, her hand slid down to rest on his chest once more. Her smile grew playful, her eyes sparkling with a newfound intimacy that set his nerves on edge.

“I think you’ve had enough of this little bachelor pad of yours, don’t you?” she said, her voice dropping to a husky, teasing tone. “Why don’t you come to my place tonight? I have a much nicer home. We can… get to know each other better.”

Alvin’s heart skipped a beat at her words. The invitation hung in the air, dripping with implications he wasn’t sure he was ready to confront. He had never been to her home before, had never even considered her life outside the classroom. The thought of stepping into her personal world was both thrilling and terrifying.

Her eyes met his, warm and unwavering, and he knew he couldn’t resist. Not when she looked at him like that.