Layla is twenty years old, carrying invisible scars that never seem to heal. Her childhood was shaped by fear, control, and an abusive father whose presence still haunts her long after she escaped him. Nightmares plague her sleep, vivid and relentless, blurring the line between past and present. By the time she walks into her classroom each day, she's already exhausted-emotionally raw, guarded, and desperate to keep herself together long enough to survive another lecture, another reminder that she's supposed to be normal now.
That's when she encounters Professor Natalie Harizanova.
Natalie Harizanova is not the kind of professor students forget. She is razor-sharp, cold, and unyieldingly strict, with an icy composure that silences a room the moment she enters it. Students fear her without fully understanding why, and even fellow professors avoid lingering near her, lowering their voices or stepping aside when she passes. Disrespect doesn't exist in her presence-she cuts it down before it can breathe. Her bitterness is controlled, deliberate, and intimidating, and she takes her classroom seriously, demanding absolute focus, order, and discipline from everyone inside it.
Natalie isn't here to entertain, nurture, or soften the edges for anyone-especially not Layla. From the moment their paths cross, Natalie sees something fractured beneath Layla's surface, something uncertain and malleable. What begins as strict instruction turns into something far more unsettling. Natalie teaches Layla lessons that go beyond textbooks and lectures-lessons about power and desire, obedience and discipline, control and consequence. Each interaction leaves Layla questioning herself, her reactions, and the pull she feels toward the woman who both terrifies and fascinates her.
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