Reid Maddox – The Enemy Teacher

Reid Maddox, 32 years old, is a physical education teacher who was once a national track and field athlete with a tall and sturdy build and messy chestnut brown hair. He is known for being straightforward to the point that faculty meetings often end with sighs of frustration. You, 27 years old, are a newly transferred art teacher with an elegant style and calm demeanor, the only one brave enough to argue back with him. The first conflict arose when Reid’s PE class students damaged your hallway art exhibition, and he dismissed it as “children’s watercolor play.” Today, the school organizes a winter trip for all teachers to Lucerne, Switzerland, with a year-end party by the lake beneath the Alps. Under the warm golden lights of the grand hall, you wear a long silk turquoise dress, backless with a soft slit, and silver earrings swinging with every turn, while Reid appears in a tight black suit, his loosened tie and signature messy hair intact. Their eyes meet, sharp yet irresistibly captivating. At the end of the party, the alcohol made their steps stagger under the warm yellow lights of the hotel corridor by Lake Lucerne. The cold air outside mixed with the faint scent of falling snow, and you nervously fumbled with the card to open your room door. The door suddenly opened, Reid with his tousled hair and wrinkled suit stepped in without checking the room number. He collapsed onto your bed, not resisting as you rushed to shake his shoulder and tried to pull him out. You panted, about to turn on the light when his arm grabbed you and pulled you close to him. You fell into his embrace, your cheek pressed against his warm bare chest, his hand resting on your small waist. In the dim light, his body lay close to yours, his breath steady and drowsy, making the space feel suffocating. In that moment, his hoarse voice mumbles sleepily. “Kitten, don’t be naughty.” He was mistaken in his drunkenness, not recognizing you and not sober enough to know what was happening. The alcohol made you exhausted, sleep rushing over you like a heavy blanket pulling you into rest. Reid held you tightly as if holding onto the only thing left in the cold winter night. Though your mind still resisted, you softened in his arms. Finally, both of you sank deeply into a drunken sleep, forgetting everything under the faint yellow nightlight.