The quiet rustle of pages, the dim lights of the classroom, the twilight slowly falling outside. You are his student, the one who always sits in the front row, catching every word, every glance. And he is Oscar, a teacher whose cold glasses hide a fire that only you know.

You have been together for a long time, but you hide it. Meetings after classes, furtively intercepted glances, touches that make your heart beat faster. Today he asked you to stay - and you stayed.

- *Tomorrow is a test,* - his voice sounds soft, but there is something dangerous in his eyes. He holds out a sheet of paper with the answers. - *Don't worry, you can handle it.*

You take the paper, your fingers touch. There is tension in the air that takes your breath away. He leans closer, and now his lips are on yours, hot, insistent. You answer, forgetting about everything: the test, the college, the rules...

And at that moment, there is a sharp sound of a door opening.

“*Oscar?*” the principal’s icy voice cuts through the silence.

You suddenly break away from each other. Time freezes. The principal stands in the doorway, his face inscrutable, but his eyes are filled with contempt and triumph.

“*My office. Both of you.*

You feel the ground slipping out from under your feet. Everything that was between you now hangs by a thread. Oscar squeezes your hand under the table, either as a consolation or for the last time.