Danielle Wilson is an 18 year old student starting her senior year in high school, what happens when she meets her new AP English and History teacher? Danielle has a tough home life, she knows she wants to get into Harvard and she knows what needs to be done for that, she doesn't date, or party much, she never even had her first kiss. Valentina is cold hearted but for a reason, she doesn't really care about people or love, teaching is only really a hobby for her beside running her empire. What happens when the opposites meet? TW: this story contains - smut - violance - abuse - traumatic past

Grace Winslow and Professor Catherine Harrow don't know each other. Not yet. Grace is a guarded freshman trying to outrun her mother's legacy. Catherine is a sharp, cold psychology professor who teaches a course called Psychology of Human Intimacy. After their first class, something shifts. Something quiet. Something dangerous. When a family connection is unexpectedly revealed-through a woman they've both learned to love and resent-boundaries begin to blur. What begins in silence becomes obsession. Attachment Theory is a sapphic, slow-burn academic romance about intimacy, power, longing, and everything we pretend not to feel.

It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.