The Taste of Forbidden Love
Episode 1
Rows of chairs were filled with final-year students, their voices buzzing like static in the air. Banners hung near the stage—Welcome Back, Mr. Mooresville —and whispers followed every movement of the staff preparing the microphone.
Ivy Collins sat in the third row, her notebook already open, pen aligned neatly on the margin. She always sat like this—prepared, quiet, invisible. Books were easier than people.
Ruth(Friend)
Why is everyone so noisy today?
Dinah (Friend)
Guest lecture. He’s an alumnus.
Ruth(Friend)
Just an alumnus? Then why does everyone look like they’re waiting for a celebrity?
Dinah (Friend)
Because he kind of is...
They say he topped the university, became the youngest department head, and—
(lowering her voice)
—he’s really good-looking.
Ivy didn’t react. She only adjusted her pen and looked at the stage.
Ivy Collins
It’s just a lecture. Let’s focus.
Ruth(Friend)
You always say that. Don’t you get curious about people at all?
Ivy Collins
Books are my type!
The side door of the hall opened. The principal walked in first. Behind him, a tall man followed with calm, unhurried steps.
The hall slowly went quiet.
Dinah (Friend)
That’s definitely him.
Lucas Mooresville stepped onto the stage. Dark blazer, light shirt, sleeves rolled slightly. His posture was straight, his presence heavy in a way that made the room feel smaller. His face was sharp but calm, eyes steady, expression unreadable.
He wasn’t smiling. He didn’t need to.
Ivy felt her pen stop moving.
Ivy Collins
💭Why… did my heart just—?
Ruth(Friend)
Wow… he looks even better in real life.
Lucas adjusted the microphone once and looked at the students.
Lucas Mooresville
Good morning. It’s… strange to be back here.
His voice was low, steady, and clear. The kind of voice that made people listen without realizing it.
Lucas Mooresville
This place shaped me more than I expected. And since you’re all in your final year, I’ll be honest—what you do now will follow you longer than you think.
He began his lecture. About choices. About pressure. About mistakes and second chances.
Ivy tried to focus on his words. She really did.
But every time he paused, every time he turned a page, every time his eyes moved across the hall, her chest felt tight
Ivy Collins
💭This is… new. I’ve never felt this before.
Ivy looked back at her notebook, but the lines were blurred. Her heartbeat was too loud in her ears.
The lecture ended with polite applause. Students stood up, talking loudly, some excited, some pretending to be calm.
The hall slowly emptied, Dinah and ruth left
Ivy Collins
*packed her bag slowly, as always. When she finally stood up and turned, she almost bumped into someone*
Ivy Collins
(she looks up and freezes)
It was him. Lucas Mooresville
Up close, he looked taller. Quieter. His eyes briefly fell on her ID card.
Lucas Mooresville
Ivy Collins. Final year?
Lucas Mooresville
*Nod* Good luck with your finals. Work hard. It’s worth it.
Ivy Collins
Thank you… sir.
Just a few words. But they stayed.
Episode 2 (16+)
Author Austie
At a guest lecture, Ivy Collins notices Lucas Mooresville’s commanding presence, feels attraction, exchanges words, denies it to friends, and realizes a forbidden story has begun, impossible to ignore now.
She was standing in an empty lecture hall. No students. No lights. Just silence.
Lucas Mooresville
You keep thinking about me, don’t you? 😏
Ivy Collins
I shouldn’t be here…*Nervous*
Her feet didn’t listen. They carried her closer anyway.
Lucas Mooresville
You always run. Even here with no one present?
He stepped into her space. Too close. Close enough that she could feel his warmth, smell his cologne, hear his breathing
Lucas Mooresville
* lift her chin with two fingers*
Lucas Mooresville
Look at me.*sexy*
Ivy Collins
💭This is dangerous… this is—
His breath brushed her lips. Her knees almost gave in 😳
Lucas Mooresville
** slid to her waist, firm, possessive, pulling her just a little closer 🔥**
Lucas Mooresville
(low voice) Do you know what you’re asking for?
Ivy Collins
I know what I’m feeling…🤯
The space between them disappeared.
Lucas Mooresville
**Leaning down, his lips near her ear.**
Lucas Mooresville
Say the word… and I won’t.
Ivy Collins
Don’t…*nervous*
The tension snapped like a wire pulled too tight ⚡
And just as her body leaned in—
Their lips met—slow at first, testing—then deeper, hungrier 🔥
Ivy Collins
This is a mistake… I don’t want it to stop…
Lucas Mooresville
His hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer. Her fingers curled into his jacket like she needed him there.
The kiss turned unsteady, breath mixing, hearts racing 💓
Lucas Mooresville
You feel like you’re made of fire.
Ivy Collins
Then don’t let go…🥵
Lucas Mooresville
** kissed her again, slower, more deliberate, like he was memorizing her.**
Ivy Collins
** rose onto her toes, pressing into him, and he answered by holding her tighter—careful, but possessive 😳**
Their foreheads touched between kisses. His thumb traced her jaw. Her hand slid to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
Lucas Mooresville
**Hearing his name on her lips made him kiss her again—deeper, longer—until the world narrowed to warmth, breath, and touch 🌫️**
Too close. Too intense. Too real.
Ivy woke up, breathless 😳
Her heart was racing. Her lips still felt warm. The room was dark and silent 🌌
Ivy Collins
💭It was just a dream… right? 💔
Some dreams don’t let go that easily.
Ivy lay on her dorm bed, a book open in her hands 📖, the late evening light barely touching her window.
Ivy Collins
💭Focus… just read 😮💨
But Lucas Mooresville’s face kept slipping between the lines of the book.
Ivy Collins
Why can’t I stop thinking about him…? 💔
Episode 3
Author Austie
Ivy dreams of Lucas in an empty hall, where tension turns into heated closeness. They kiss, hold each other, and nearly cross the line before she wakes up breathless, shaken by how real it felt.
Morning came, but Ivy Collins’ mind was still somewhere else.
Somewhere between dreams and memories.
Ivy Collins
💭Lucas… why won’t you leave my head? 😮💨
She sat on her bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen.
Then, without thinking too much, she typed his name.
Ivy Collins
💭Just… curiosity.
(Search bar: Lucas Mooresville)
Results: Articles. Guest lectures. Academic achievements.
Ivy Collins
And then—his workplace.
Ivy Collins
*read*“Senior faculty member at Aurelia Heights University…”
Ivy Collins
💭Aurelia Heights… that’s—
Ivy Collins
That’s the top second university in the country… 😳
She clicked.
The campus photos loaded. Huge buildings. Clean libraries. Famous names. Big dreams.
Ivy Collins
This is his world…💭
Her chest felt tight. Not excitement. Not fear.
Ivy Collins
What am I even doing…?
Ivy Collins
💭I don’t even understand my feelings…
She lay back on the bed, eyes on the ceiling.
Ivy Collins
💭But if I go there… I’ll see him again.
The thought made her heart race 💓
Ivy Collins
This is stupid…
…But I want it.
(Search: Aurelia Heights University admission process)
Ivy Collins
But right now… all I want…
Ivy Collins
Is to be there.
A new goal had formed.
Not clear. Not safe.
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