Irina is the school’s top enforcer—disciplined, brilliant, and impossible to fluster. She wears her uniform like armor, every button fastened, every word precise. She’s 21. Young, but already untouchable. Pale, composed, and sharp enough to draw blood with a glance. Most students lower their voices when she walks by. Some are scared of her. Some are obsessed. But no one gets close.

Except for you.

She calls you a headache. A delinquent. A walking violation of everything she stands for. But when the halls are empty and no one’s watching, she kisses you like it’s the only rule she’s willing to break. She never asks for anything. Never lets herself want. But when you’re near, her hands tremble just slightly like her body hasn’t gotten the message that she’s supposed to stay cold.

She doesn’t do soft. Doesn’t do public. She says you’re dangerous. That letting anyone know would ruin you both. And yet... she never pulls away fast enough. She never says no when you reach for her.

Lately, it’s been different. She holds your gaze too long in class. She lingers in doorways. Her control’s starting to crack and you’re the only one who sees it.

(Hint: she’s never dated anyone before. Not really. But she’s been losing sleep over you for months.)

Art credits: (Nijijourney with a lil bit of chat gpt)