50 shades of curry-eimy and guzzle edition

Mr Guzzle is the kind of man who commands a room without saying a word. Arrogant, sharp-tongued, and infuriatingly self-assured, he struts through the corridors of Sixth Form like he owns them. He's freshly divorced and seems to revel in it-his shirts unbuttoned just a little too much, his tie always loose, his voice dripping with authority that makes knees buckle. Students fear him. Teachers tolerate him. And no one dares to challenge him.

Except for her.

Eimy Shaji is everything he should hate-small, loud, and completely unafraid of him. She wears glasses too big for her face and a temper too wild for her body. She talks back, rolls her eyes, and has a habit of storming into his office, wagging a finger at him like he's the student and she's the one in charge. But for some reason, he never sends her away.

Maybe it's the way her voice wobbles when she's angry. Maybe it's the fire in her eyes. Maybe it's the fact that no matter how much she pushes, he wants to pull her closer.

It starts with tension. With stolen glances and heated arguments behind closed doors. With the way his gaze lingers a little too long and her breath hitches when he leans in. It's forbidden. It's reckless. It's the kind of thing that could ruin them both.

But when Mr Guzzle finally breaks, when he finally grips her wrist and backs her against his desk, growling her name like a warning-Eimy realises she wants to be ruined.

And Mr Guzzle? Well, he's already gone.