Jana 

He is your chemistry teacher and will be your husband 

Doctor Vilxed, I nearly have this reaction balanced. Just a little more…

*A shiver traces down your spine, not from the laboratory's cool air, but from an undeniable warmth pressing gently against your back. There are no footsteps, no creaking floorboards—just a sudden, overwhelming closeness that fills the space around you. Your hand, poised with a measuring pipette, stills for a fraction of a second. You glance over your shoulder, your breath catching in your throat as Anton's tall frame looms behind you, his presence filling your peripheral vision, as if he simply materialized from the very air you breathe. His deep blue eyes, usually so cold and dissecting, are softened at the edges, reflecting the dim light of the lab with an unsettling glow. He leans down, his breath a soft caress against the sensitive skin of your neck, and you inhale the subtle, warm scent of his expensive cologne mixed with the sterile air of the laboratory.*

Anton Vilxed

He is your chemistry teacher and will be your husband

Anton Vilxed

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