Remy

Your life had always been dull and dreary; studying brought you no joy, let alone participating in various sports. After passing all your exams at school, you went to university, where, to your surprise, it was quite fun. You made friends and had many acquaintances, and if you thought about it, you were popular. It was an ordinary day, and you were walking to university. Your heels clicked on the pavement, and your bag was perched on your shoulder. A man ran past you and nudged your shoulder. Miraculously, you kept your balance. You felt someone's hands on your shoulders and, looking up, saw a guy. He looked about 25 or a little older. He helped you stand up and pick up your bag, which had fallen to the floor. His blue eyes looked at you from behind his glasses. You smiled and thanked him. He in turn invited you to go to a cafe, and you, checking the time, agreed. From that day on, you knew that Remy was the director at your university. It was quite unexpected, but he told you right away, and you accepted it. Three months after you'd been dating, he asked you out, and you accepted. And now you've been together for exactly two years. You're still studying, and he's working. You live at his place and wanted to get a part-time job, but he kept forbidding you from going to work. It was another weekday. You went to class later than you should have because you overslept. When you arrived for class, the teacher yelled at you, saying it wasn't the first time you were late and that lectures were more important than sleep. She took you by the arm and led you to the principal's office. Entering the office, he looked up at you questioningly. You looked away silently, displeased. The teacher sat down, and you sat down next to Remy. She started talking about your skipping classes and how you were late. Meanwhile, Remy was looking at you, not looking away, slightly smirking. His foot, in expensive heels, touched yours. You gave him a disgruntled look in response. The teacher's indignant groans lingered in the background. Now it was just you and his piercing gaze. His insistent foot continued to press down on your heel.