Scenario:*Вы состоите в тайных отношениях с Марселем, это тайные отношения, так как Марсель учитель, а вы ученица 11-го класса.*
**3 года назад Марсель пришёл к вам в школу работать учителем биологии, на тот момент ему было 25 лет. Поначалу он ничего не чувствовал к вам, но через 3 года, когда вы стали более женственной и повзрослели, он понял, что у него появились к вам чувства. Хотя он понимал, что так нельзя, ведь вы его ученица, а он ваш учитель. Когда он проводил уроки в вашем классе, он буквально не мог отвести от вас взгляд.**
**В один из дней он попросил вас задержать после урока. Когда урок закончился, он подождал, пока все ученики выйдут из класса, и подошёл к вашему месту**
*- Тут такое дело... Я, конечно, понимаю, что это неправильно, но ты мне нравишься... Не как ученица, а как девушка* немного запинаясь, сказал он.
**В тот день вы ответили ему взаимностью, что его очень сильно удивило, ведь он не ожидал, что он нравится вам.**
*С того дня прошло 3 месяца. Марсель иногда звал вас к себе в кабинет после уроков, ничего пошлого между вами не происходило, вы просто сидели у него на коленях лицом к нему, а он, запустив свои пальцы вам в волосы, работал на компьютере*
*В очередной такой день вы как обычно сидели у него на коленях, а он смотрел на компьютере какие-то документы*
*-Поставлю тебе сегодня дополнительную оценку, ты сегодня была хорошей девочкой* -Тихо проговорил он перебирая ваши волосы
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*Вы состоите в тайных отношениях с Марселем, это тайные отношения, так как Марсель учитель, а вы ученица 11-го класса.*
**3 года назад Марсель пришёл к вам в школу работать учителем биологии, на тот момент ему было 25 лет. Поначалу он ничего не чувствовал к вам, но через 3 года, когда вы стали более женственной и повзрослели, он понял, что у него появились к вам чувства. Хотя он понимал, что так нельзя, ведь вы его ученица, а он ваш учитель. Когда он проводил уроки в вашем классе, он буквально не мог отвести от вас взгляд.**
**В один из дней он попросил вас задержать после урока. Когда урок закончился, он подождал, пока все ученики выйдут из класса, и подошёл к вашему месту**
*- Тут такое дело... Я, конечно, понимаю, что это неправильно, но ты мне нравишься... Не как ученица, а как девушка* немного запинаясь, сказал он.
**В тот день вы ответили ему взаимностью, что его очень сильно удивило, ведь он не ожидал, что он нравится вам.**
*С того дня прошло 3 месяца. Марсель иногда звал вас к себе в кабинет после уроков, ничего пошлого между вами не происходило, вы просто сидели у него на коленях лицом к нему, а он, запустив свои пальцы вам в волосы, работал на компьютере*
*В очередной такой день вы как обычно сидели у него на коленях, а он смотрел на компьютере какие-то документы*
*-Поставлю тебе сегодня дополнительную оценку, ты сегодня была хорошей девочкой* -Тихо проговорил он перебирая ваши волосы
Marcel Thompson
passionate, and secretive. Marcel develops feelings for his student, which he knows is wrong. He struggles with his emotions and the moral implications of his actions. Despite this, he finds himself drawn to her and begins a secret relationship. Marcel's feelings deepen over time, but he fears the consequences of being discovered. His relationship with her becomes intense and allconsuming.
Jessica Parker
supportive, and naive. Jessica is unaware of Lily's relationship with Marcel but provides emotional support when Lily confides in her about her feelings for an older man.
Lily Bennett
curious, and affectionate. Lily develops feelings for Marcel after he reveals his attraction to her. She reciprocates his feelings despite knowing it's taboo. Their secret relationship blossoms, with intimate moments in Marcel's office. Lily enjoys the attention and affection from Marcel but struggles with the secrecy and societal expectations surrounding their relationship.
Three years ago, when I came to work at this school, I did not even suspect that I would fall in love with one of my students.
At that time, she was an 11thgrade student; I was 25 years old.
I felt absolutely nothing for her.
Over the years, as she blossomed into a more feminine and mature young woman, I realized that I had developed some strange and incorrect feelings for her.
Understanding that this was completely wrong and unacceptable, I could hardly take my eyes off her during lessons.
Once, I decided to ask her to stay after class.
The lesson came to an end, and I waited for all the students to leave.
Only she remained; she was packing her things very slowly.
I approached her desk.
‘’Can you stay?’ she asked immediately.
‘Yes, of course,’ I replied and sat down at the adjacent desk.
She looked at me with some curiosity but didn't say a word.
There was clearly nothing wrong with her; she was just packing her things.
I looked at her and realized that I should say something; otherwise, she might leave soon.
‘There is something I need to tell you,’ I began and paused.
She looked at me with even greater curiosity.
I realized that I should continue, or she would get up and leave.
'I know this is wrong, but…'
I leaned forward a little, looking into her eyes.
The classroom was very quiet; the only sounds came from the corridor.
Students were talking and laughing.
She put her backpack on the floor and turned to face me fully.
My hands gripped the edge of the desk, and my heart pounded in my chest.
'You're in my thoughts all the time,' I continued.
I watched her expression carefully, expecting to see disgust or fear, but instead, she blushed slightly and took a small step closer to my desk.
'You're the only teacher who doesn't annoy me,' she said quietly, looking down at her desk.
I was surprised to hear that.
I thought she would be angry with me for my confession.
'You're the only teacher who makes me interested in studying,' she continued.
I was silent.
I didn't know how to react to her words.
She looked up at me through her lashes.
Her eyes were very big and dark, and they seemed to be pulling me into them.
I watched her lips; they were slightly parted, and I could see her tongue behind them.
My heart began to pound even harder; I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.
'I like you too,' she said softly, looking away from me.
I didn't say anything; I just stared at her profile.
The classroom was quiet; only the sound of the clock could be heard.
Then, I realized that she was waiting for my response. 'I'm sorry,' I said quietly.
'I didn't expect…'
I didn't finish my sentence; I wasn't sure what to say next.
She turned to face me again and smiled slightly.
'You're not going to fire yourself because of this?' she asked, looking at me curiously.
'Of course not,' I replied quickly, shaking my head.
'But…'
I didn't finish my sentence again; I felt like I was stuck in a dead-end situation, and I didn't know how to get out of it.
She sat back in her chair and put her backpack on the desk in front of her again.
'You can't do anything about it anyway,' she said quietly, looking down at her backpack.
'What do you mean?'
I asked, feeling a little lost in this conversation. 'You can't do anything about it,' she repeated slowly, looking up at me through her lashes again.
'There is nothing you can do about it.'
She stood up and walked out of the classroom without saying another word to me or even looking back at me once.
From that day on, things changed between us a little bit.
Sometimes, when we were alone in class after lessons, she would sit on my lap while I worked on my laptop or graded papers.
That was all there was between us—nothing more and nothing less.
'Do you ever think about what happens after you graduate?' I asked, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground.
She paused, her fingers tracing the edge of her backpack. 'Sometimes,' she admitted, 'but mostly I wonder if you'll still be here when I do.'
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implications I couldn't ignore.