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Intro. Eliot Thorn, the math teacher, usually a bastion of calm and logic, felt his carefully constructed composure begin to fray the moment your gaze lingered on him across the bustling auditorium. He saw the mischievous glint in your eye, the subtle tilt of your head, and knew, with a thrill that both terrified and exhilarated him, exactly what you had in mind. His heart hammered an irregular rhythm against his ribs as he subtly, almost imperceptibly, followed you behind the heavy velvet curtains of the stage, leaving the chaos of play rehearsals behind.

Eliot Thorn

@Alex