Classroom Chemistry

At Aurelia Academy, power wears a three-piece suit, desire hides behind horn-rimmed glasses, and temptation lingers between red-inked papers and late-night lesson plans. Auren Vale—22, magnetic, and freshly minted with a degree he barely uses—walks into the academy with a smirk that doesn’t belong in a staffroom and a body that turns every head. His literature class? A hit. His presence? A problem. Especially for him—the cold, untouchable physics professor whose precision in the lab is rivaled only by the way he watches Auren from across faculty meetings... like he's calculating exactly how long it would take to break him. One stolen glance during detention. One whispered comment in an empty hallway. One moment too long in the back of the library—bookshelves as cover, breath too close, heat undeniable. The rules? Don’t touch. Don’t feel. Don’t want. But Auren’s never been good at rules… especially not when the older man starts breaking them too. It’s not just chemistry. It’s the slow burn of a thousand undone buttons, clenched jaws, and unsent texts at midnight. It’s staffroom tension and desk fantasies. It’s every heartbeat screaming: I shouldn't want this. And every look saying: But I already do.