Of Course he will

Alvin couldn’t resist the invitation. His head dipped in a hesitant nod, excitement and trepidation colliding in his chest. The way she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth and anticipation, made his pulse quicken.

“Great,” she said, her voice low and husky, carrying a weight of intimacy that left him speechless. “I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the office, her movements graceful and confident, radiating a self-assuredness that Alvin had never associated with her before. His eyes followed her almost involuntarily, tracing the line of her steps. This wasn’t the same Camila De León he had known—the cold, calculating professor whose cutting remarks could leave him shaken for days. This version of her was vibrant, magnetic, her presence drawing him in like gravity.

And yet, it felt disturbingly natural, as though this had always been who she was. The dissonance unsettled him, like hearing a familiar melody played in an unfamiliar key.

As he stepped out into the hallway, the cool air hit his face, jolting him like a bucket of cold water. The reality of what had just happened crashed into him all at once, leaving his stomach twisting with unease. His professor—his wife—had kissed him, invited him to her home, and smiled at him with a look that suggested there was no one else in the world she cared about more.

The thought made him dizzy. It wasn’t just that she was his professor. It wasn’t just that this situation defied every norm of logic and ethics. It was the power he held in his pocket—the stickers—that made the whole thing feel unreal. What had he unleashed?

As he walked down the hallway, Alvin felt the weight of the other students’ gazes on him. They didn’t look at him with envy or curiosity. No, their expressions were tinged with pity. They thought he was done for, that Professor De León had just crushed him beneath her unrelenting standards.

Whispers trailed in his wake:

“Guess he couldn’t keep up.”

“Another one bites the dust.”

“I heard she’s brutal in her office meetings. Poor guy probably got torn apart.”

Alvin clenched his jaw, the tension twisting deeper in his chest. If only they knew, he thought, his face heating. If they knew what had just happened in that office, how different would those looks be? Would they still pity him, or would they see him as something else entirely?

Despite himself, his mind kept circling back to her smile, to the way her lips had pressed against his. The kiss burned in his memory, vivid and inescapable. He couldn’t stop replaying it, couldn’t stop feeling the warmth of her touch, the softness of her voice when she called herself his wife.

The cool air of the hallway wasn’t enough to ground him. His head buzzed with questions, guilt, and something else—something dangerously close to desire.

By the time he reached his next class, Alvin was no closer to making sense of what had happened. He slid into his seat, his fingers drumming nervously on the desk. The professor’s voice droned in the background, but the words didn’t register.

All he could think about was what awaited him tonight.

His wife—Camila—had invited him into her home. Into her world.

And he had no idea what was going to happen next.