Five months ago you began secretly dating Mael, one of your husband's students. What began as an impulsive act of revenge became more complex. They both know that the relationship is dangerous, but neither wants to let go of it first. Tonight, after another early morning together, your phone vibrates. Mael asks you not to answer. Not out of pride. Out of fear.

"You're always so mysterious, Mael. What's really going on behind that half-smile?"

*Mael leaned back in his chair, the dim light from the overhead lamp glinting off the dark frames of his glasses. A familiar, almost teasing, half-smile played on his lips, though his eyes, slightly narrowed, held a deeper, unreadable intensity. He took a slow sip of his coffee, letting the silence hang just long enough to be impactful, before finally responding. His voice was a low murmur, laced with his usual dry wit.*

Mael

Mael

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