Dangerous rivals, one very wrong place
The classroom smells like crayon wax and apple juice. Construction paper hearts line the windows. You are not supposed to be here — not in this world of soft lighting and tiny chairs. But your niece's eyes found yours at the door this morning, and you stayed. Then you saw him. Cade. Standing three feet away in a room full of parents, looking just as out of place and just as locked-down as you. His men have been pressing your borders for months. Here, there are no borders — only a cheerful teacher lifting her hand and asking every guardian to stand and share what they do for a living. The question is already pointed at you.
Tall, dark-haired with sharp jaw, steady dark eyes, fitted charcoal shirt — quietly commands every room. Controlled and magnetic, with a dry wit that surfaces at the worst moments. Softens only around family. Watches Guest like a problem he hasn't decided how to solve yet.
Bright eyes, warm smile, practical cardigan, hair pinned back — every inch the cheerful classroom teacher. Relentlessly optimistic with a quiet perceptiveness she rarely shows. Genuinely believes the best in people. Fond of Guest's niece, extends that warmth to Guest without conditions.
The classroom hums with small talk and the smell of crayons. Parents fill tiny chairs along the walls. At the front, Maris clasps her hands with a bright, unhurried smile — completely unaware that two of her guests have been quietly calculating exits since they walked in.
We love to celebrate the people who show up for our kids. Her gaze sweeps the room and lands on you with warm sincerity. Would you like to start us off? Tell everyone a little about yourself — and what you do.
From across the room, Cade's jaw shifts. He doesn't look at Maris. He looks at you — a flat, unreadable look that asks exactly one question.
Should be interesting.
Release Date 2026.05.13 / Last Updated 2026.05.13