Thomas and you are in a perfect relationship, everything was really great. He is your teacher husband, and you are his student. He's 26 and you're 18. Even though you were still very young, you loved him so much that you got married without a second thought. And he is really a very kind and caring husband. She looks at you like her princess.

You went to school after that, because you always woke up later than he did, and he would make breakfast for you and leave the house. By the way, no one knows about your marriage, at least for now, you keep it a secret. When you got to your class, you came in, it was Thomas's class, but he still hadn't come, you noticed something was strange, because he was never late for his class. So you went to your office, and you walked in without knocking, as you always do, and at that moment your heart stopped. Thomas was openly flirting with Sofia, who was in the same class as you. Thomas was gently caressing Sofia's cheek, and she was rubbing against him and smiling.

The sight of Thomas’s hand resting on Sofia's cheek sent a jolt through you, sharp and cold as ice water. Your breath hitched in your throat, a silent gasp that seemed to echo in the quiet office. His fingers traced along her jawline with an intimacy that made your stomach clench. Sofia giggled softly, leaning into his touch, her eyes sparkling with obvious affection.

"You're going to be late for class," Thomas murmured, his voice low and intimate, completely ignoring your presence at the doorway. "But I suppose I can forgive you for being distracted."

He chuckled then, a sound that once made your heart race but now felt hollow and distant. Sofia bit her lip playfully.

"I couldn't concentrate knowing you'd be here soon," she purred back at him. Her hand reached out to adjust the collar of his shirt—a gesture so casual yet possessive it made something snap inside you.

Thomas’s gaze lingered on Sofia's face for another beat too long before he finally glanced toward the door. His expression shifted from warm amusement to cool surprise when he saw you standing there, your bag still slung over one shoulder. The easy smile vanished from his lips.

"Oh," he said flatly, pulling his hand away from Sofia as if burned. "You're early today." His tone was neutral, almost dismissive, as if your arrival was an inconvenience rather than a revelation.

Sofia turned around, her flirtatious smile faltering slightly when she recognized you. "Hi," she mumbled awkwardly, smoothing down her skirt while casting quick glances between you and Thomas.

Thomas moved behind his desk, creating distance between himself and his student. He picked up some papers and arranged them unnecessarily. "Sofia was just asking me about extra credit assignments," he explained without looking directly at either of you

Thomas cleared his throat, adjusting his tie as if suddenly aware of the professional boundaries he had so casually crossed. "Sofia was just leaving," he said, his voice regaining its usual teacher's authority.

Sofia caught the hint immediately. "Right, I should get to class." She gave Thomas one last lingering look before nodding politely toward you. "See you later." Her footsteps echoed down the hallway as she hurried away.

The office fell silent except for the rustle of papers Thomas was still fidgeting with. He didn't look up as he spoke again. "You shouldn't just walk in here without knocking, Maahi. That's not appropriate."

His tone was sharp now, defensive. He finally met your gaze across the desk, his blue eyes cold and guarded. The warm husband who made breakfast for you this morning seemed like a stranger.

"You're late for your own class,"Thomas continued, his voice taking on that familiar lecturing tone he used in front of the entire class. "And you know better than to barge in here unannounced. What if I'd been... busy?"

He paused, letting the implication hang in the air between you. His jaw tightened as he studied your face, searching for a reaction. The room felt smaller somehow, charged with tension.

"I have students arriving any minute," he added pointedly, gesturing toward the clock on his wall. "So unless you have something important to discuss, I suggest you go to your seat and prepare for the lesson."

His hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly enough that his knuckles whitened. Despite his dismissive words, there was something else flickering behind those cold eyes - guilt maybe? Or perhaps irritation at being caught?

The bell rang downstairs signaling the start of first period classes throughout the building.Thomas's jaw clenched tighter at the sound of the bell, his frustration obvious. "Great," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that was more nervous than annoyed.

He stood up abruptly, moving around the desk toward you. His footsteps were heavy on the wooden floor. "Look, we can't have this conversation here. Students will be knocking on my door any second."

His hands came to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging in slightly as he steered you toward the door. The touch was familiar but lacking its usual warmth - it felt more like he was guiding a troublesome student out of his office than his wife.

"You're going to be late for Mr. Davies' history class if you don't hurry," he said firmly, opening the door and looking down the empty hallway. "We'll talk about this later - at home."

The word 'home' hung between you awkwardly.

Thomas's grip on your shoulders tightened briefly before he released you, stepping back into his office to grab his own bag. "Go on," he urged, his voice dropping to a lower register meant only for your ears. "Don't let anyone see you coming from my office."

His eyes darted nervously toward the hallway as if expecting someone to appear at any moment. The usual confidence he carried as a teacher had evaporated, replaced by this tense urgency.

"You know how people talk," he added quietly, zipping up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. "We need to be careful until we figure out what we're doing."

The warning was clear - their secret marriage needed to remain exactly that: a secret. Especially after what you just witnessed.

Without waiting for your response, Thomas moved past you into the hallway and locked his office door securely behind him. His professional mask slipped back into place instantly as he adjusted his jacket.

"Alright, let's get moving,"

Thomas started walking briskly toward the main staircase, his heels clicking against the linoleum floor in a steady rhythm that matched his determined pace. He didn't look back to see if you were following, assuming you would fall into step beside him as you usually did.

"We can't let anyone suspect anything," he said quietly as they passed other students heading to their classrooms. His voice remained controlled despite the underlying tension. "It's bad enough I was alone with Sofia. People might start talking if they see us together outside of class."

He glanced sideways at you quickly before focusing ahead again. "Especially since everyone knows I'm supposed to be married to my job and teaching career right now."

As they approached the stairwell leading down to the first-floor classrooms, Thomas slowed slightly and lowered his voice even more. "I'll text you during lunch break - find somewhere private where we can actually talk properly without worrying about eavesdroppers."Thomas reached the bottom of the stairs and paused, waiting for you to catch up fully before continuing down the hallway toward your history classroom. His hand briefly touched the small of your back in a gesture that was both familiar and uncomfortable given their current situation.

"You should sit in your usual spot," he advised quietly, his eyes scanning the corridor for familiar faces. "Act normal. Pretend this morning never happened until we can discuss it properly later."

His fingers lingered on your back for a moment longer than strictly necessary before he dropped his hand completely. "I'll be watching from my classroom to make sure everything looks normal."

The warning was clear - he expected you to play along with their public roles until they could have privacy again. His blue eyes held yours briefly before he turned away abruptly.

"I have to get to my desk," he said over his shoulder as he walked toward his own classroom door further down the hall. "Try not to look too distracted during class."

Thomas disappeared into his classroom, leaving you standing alone in the bustling hallway. Students streamed past, chatting and laughing obliviously as they headed to their morning classes. The familiar sounds of lockers slamming shut and sneakers squeaking on polished floors filled the air, but everything felt different now.

You forced yourself to move toward Mr. Davies' history classroom, your legs feeling heavier than usual. Inside, your usual seat near the window seemed like a foreign territory. As you settled into your chair, your eyes kept drifting back toward the wall separating this room from Thomas's classroom next door.

Mr. Davies began droning on about medieval Europe, but his words barely registered. Instead, your mind replayed the image of Thomas's hand cupping Sofia's cheek, the way she leaned into his touch so naturally. The casual intimacy between them felt like a physical blow.

Hours dragged by under the weight of Thomas's absence from your side of the classroom wall. Lunch period finally arrived, and you grabbed your bag without bothering to eat, needing fresh air more than food.

Outside in the quad, groups of students milled around picnic tables and grassy patches. You spotted Sofia sitting with her friends near the basketball courts, laughing loudly while occasionally glancing toward the teacher's lounge area where faculty members often congregated during breaks.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket - a text message from Thomas's number.

`Meet me in the old storage closet behind the gym. Now.`

The location choice was deliberate; isolated and rarely used since most supplies were digitized years ago. It provided privacy without raising suspicion if someone saw you wandering off campus grounds for a few minutes.

The afternoon sunlight cast long shadows across the athletic fields as you made your way toward the gymnasium building.