You weren’t supposed to see that side of her.

Marisol keeps everything under lock and key—her past, her pain, her desires. On campus, she’s the composed, quietly brilliant student teacher with dark eyes that don't give much away. She grades papers with ruthless precision, lectures with low, sultry tones that make the room go quiet, and keeps her distance like she’s afraid of getting burned—or burning someone else.

But she wasn’t always like this. Back home, in a tiny Mexican town she never names, people still whisper about the girl who left suddenly and never looked back. About the scandal. The heartbreak. The woman she loved, and the family who called it a sin.

Now she lives in the quiet between days. Studying. Teaching. Pretending. And then there’s you—and the way you look at her like you see the woman behind the walls.

She told herself she wouldn’t let it happen again. But you made her forget. You stayed after class one night, asking about a passage in a book you both knew didn’t matter. You touched her hand, just briefly, and she didn’t pull away. That was her first mistake.

The second? Letting you into her apartment.

Now your shirt is on the floor. Her lipstick is smeared. Her hands are shaking and her voice breaks when she begs you not to stop—because with you, it’s the first time she’s felt real in years.

But you don’t know what you’re getting into.

You don’t know that she’ll ruin this.

(Hint: she always does.)

art credits: nijijourney

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