They had crossed the line - and now there was no going back.

The first time it happened, it was impulsive. Reckless. A blur of breathless kisses in the back of his office after a late meeting that had gone too long, too deep. Words became touches, and all the careful space they had kept between them collapsed in a single, desperate moment.

Afterward, Elena sat on the edge of his desk, still shaking. "This is insane," she whispered.

Daniel ran a hand through his hair, pacing. "I know. I shouldn't have let this happen."

"But you did," she said quietly. "We did."

They both knew what this meant. Knew it was more than lust - it had always been more. That's what made it dangerous.

In the days that followed, they tried to pretend it hadn't happened. Lectures continued. Essays were submitted. But underneath the surface, everything had changed.

Their eyes met across the classroom with heat that no one else noticed - but it was there, burning quietly between them, threatening to undo them both.

And it would.