[s]he's a ten, but...

"If she were a wildfire, Then I would be a forest,

unable to help but let her devour me, even as it led to my demise."

There's a man- I know what you're thinking- there always is- the only issue is that he's unbearably attractive. Irresistibly charming.

Seemingly perfect.

It's as if God forged him using the fires of hell and gave him the perfect thing he needed to come off as a gentleman- an accent and then, decided to play a cruel joke by making him my teacher, forcing me to watch and watch only as he walks into the class, takes off his blazer in a motion that makes my mouth water, and teaches us biology.

Until something happens and I am suddenly living with him and he's looking after me in ways that no one ever has.

He says he cares because I am his star student but I know better. I know the truth. I am more than a student to him.

I am his noctiluca.