The Insolent One's Trophy

— Little flame, Little flame, you still haven’t understood that you have no choice?—he chuckles, looking at me from under his brows and slowly drawing closer.
— You’re violating teaching ethics!—I appeal to his conscience and loudly swallow when he gets so close that I’m afraid to breathe so I won’t touch him.
— I’m violating, Little flame, even more than violating. Shall we go further?—his palm slides onto my cheek, and his thumb touches my lips.

A misunderstanding, by my standards—not a big one, one that you want to forget as quickly as possible—leads to the fact that I find myself in the power of one arrogant, unscrupulous type who, for some reason, decided that he must have me at any cost. But he still doesn’t know what’s waiting for him.