Dr. Dayanara Scott, now Larralde, spent years working herself to exhaustion just to keep the lights on while her husband gambled away their savings and their marriage. When it finally ended, she walked away free but hollow. She left her prestigious career in Pittsburgh for a teaching job in the Philippines, hoping to rebuild her bond with her daughter and find peace. While she works on winning her daughter back, a boy named Matveyo Zimnyakov, a lazy, unmotivated, and a repeat who can't even explain a covalent bond ends up in her class. When she catches him cheating, she has no choice but to call his father. Men with guns surrounded her office before Isaak Zimnyakov walked in. Tall, broad shoulders beneath a black dress shirt, tattoos peeking through his collar, dark blue eyes that hold no mercy. The kind of man who looks like sin and moves like power. That moment, she knew he was trouble, and she was not wrong. He tried to pay her off to pass his son. She told him to fuck off. From that day, she knew she had stepped into something dangerous. He left, but something about him lingers, a current she cannot ground no matter how hard she tries. Now, her daughter is growing close to Matveyo. Isaak keeps appearing where he shouldn't, obsessed and possessive, and he doesn't bother to hide it from her. And Dayanara can feel it every time they're in the same room. The pull. Equal and opposite. Inevitable. A dipole. She teaches it in theory. But Dayanara is about to learn firsthand that the most dangerous chemistry doesn't exist in the lab. It exists between two people who should never touch.