DARK CHEMISTRY
Lizzie was completely lost in her own world, humming a Blackpink song under her breath while carefully measuring a chemical in the lab. The faint melody distracted her, but it was the kind of happy distraction that made her focus better—or so she thought.
Then she felt the tap on her shoulder.
"Lizzie," Daniel said calmly, but his tone carried that subtle sharpness that made her chest seize.
Without thinking, without any filter, she snapped:
"What is it, dumb ass whore?"
The words left her mouth before she could even process them.
Silence.
The entire lab froze.
Beakers rattled.
A Bunsen burner hissed.
A few students gaped, mouths wide.
One student actually dropped a test tube.
Daniel's hand trembled slightly as he held a hydrochloric acid bottle, nearly tipping it over.
His eyes—normally so controlled—flashed with a mix of shock, disbelief, and a faint spark of… amusement?
He slowly set the bottle down on the counter, maintaining perfect composure, though the room could feel the tension radiating off him.
Lizzie's eyes went wide.
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god—" she whispered frantically, her hands flailing as she tried to explain herself.
"I—I didn't—I was just humming—I didn't—I—"
Daniel's lips twitched—just the tiniest bit—before he took a slow, deliberate breath.
"Lizzie." His voice was low and controlled, but the word cut through her like a knife.
"You're going to pay for that, little one."
Lizzie's stomach did a full somersault.
"P-Pay?! I—I didn't mean it! It was just—"
He walked toward her, slow, measured steps. Every student in the lab could feel the atmosphere shift.
Daniel stopped just behind her chair, leaning down so his voice was a soft whisper only she could hear:
"You're going to regret that slip… in ways you won't forget."
Lizzie's breath hitched.
Her cheeks burned hotter than hydrochloric acid ever could.
"And you," he continued, still whispering into her ear, "are lucky I'm your teacher… otherwise, I'd have a lot more than words for this kind of behavior."
Lizzie's hands went straight to her face.
"Oh god… oh god oh god oh god…"
Daniel chuckled softly—low, dangerous, and utterly possessive.
"Clean this up first," he murmured, voice softening slightly, "then… we'll talk about your manners in private."
Lizzie nodded frantically, still shaking, still mortified, still completely done for.
The entire class avoided eye contact, but one thing was clear—Daniel had just claimed her, again, in that utterly terrifying, intoxicating way only he knew how.
Her brain: 💀💀💀💀💀
The final bell rang like a countdown to doom.
Lizzie packed her things with trembling hands, avoiding every glance from her classmates. Her heart was pounding so loud she was sure Daniel could hear it from across the lab… probably even through walls.
As the room emptied, Daniel finally spoke—calm, measured, but impossibly dangerous.
"Lizzie," he said, his tone low, carrying that soft but unyielding authority that always made her knees betray her.
She froze in place.
"Come with me," he added.
Her stomach flipped. Her palms were sweaty. She nodded, unable to find words, and followed him silently through the now-empty corridors.
They reached a small, secluded storage room near the chemistry lab. Daniel closed the door behind them and leaned against it, folding his arms. His eyes were sharp, almost predatory, but his lips curved into that faint smirk she hated—and loved—at the same time.
Lizzie's hands shook. She pressed them to her face.
"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" she stammered, voice cracking.
Daniel stepped closer, tilting her chin up with one finger. Her eyes met his, wide, vulnerable, and completely hers.
"You really have a talent for getting me to nearly drop acid," he murmured softly, the tiniest bit of amusement in his voice.
Lizzie blushed furiously. "I-I didn't mean—"
He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered:
"'Didn't mean' isn't enough for this kind of slip."
Her breath hitched.
Daniel's hands slid to her waist, pulling her gently against him, just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"You're going to have to… make it up to me," he said lowly, teasing and dangerous all at once.
Lizzie's voice barely escaped her lips.
"H-How…?"
He smirked, leaning closer so his forehead brushed hers.
"You'll see. But first… we'll start with a promise."
She swallowed hard. "A… promise?"
He nodded. "Yes. A promise that next time, you'll think before speaking. That you'll remember who you belong to… and how close you are to me."
Lizzie's knees weakened. She whispered, trembling, "I… I promise…"
Daniel's smirk softened into something almost tender. He pressed a quick, firm kiss to her temple.
"Good girl," he murmured.
Then, just like that, he stepped back, straightening his shirt and turning to leave. His voice over his shoulder was low, confident, and utterly intoxicating:
"We'll finish this later."
Lizzie sank to the floor of the storage room, heart racing, cheeks burning, and whispered to herself:
"Oh god… he's going to destroy me…"
But somehow… she didn't mind.
Her lips curled into a tiny, guilty smile.
She was completely, utterly, deliciously his.
Lizzie's throat went dry as Daniel's boots echoed toward her, each step slow… too slow… like he was savoring her fear.
He stopped right in front of her station, the faint scent of mint and danger wrapping around her like smoke. The entire class watched—dead silent, waiting for an explosion.
Daniel leaned one hand on the desk beside her beaker, his voice dropping to a low, terrifying whisper meant only for her:
"Say it again."
Lizzie squeaked, "I—I didn't mean—"
He tilted his head, eyes narrowing.
"Funny. You sounded very sure."
Her classmates took a collective step back.
Daniel's jaw clenched as he placed the bottle of hydrochloric acid on the table, steadying it carefully—too carefully.
Then he leaned even closer, lips nearly brushing her ear.
"Dumb ass… what?"
Lizzie shook her head violently. "N-No—sir—Daniel—I swear I wasn't talking to you!"
He exhaled slowly, dangerously amused.
"So you call other people that?"
"N-no!"
He straightened, smirk darkening.
"You must've learned that from somewhere."
A beat.
"Should we wash your mouth with acid so you remember to speak properly?"
Lizzie's soul left her body.
"No!! I'm sorry!! I'm so so sorry—!"
Daniel's eyes softened—just a little—when he saw her trembling. He reached out, flicked her forehead gently.
"Idiot. Don't apologize to me. Just listen when I call your name."
Her cheeks burned.
Then, loud enough for the class to hear, he announced:
"Miss Kim, you're partnered with me today."
Gasps.
Lizzie blinked. "W-What?? Why?!"
Daniel smirked.
"Because I need to make sure you don't call anyone else names unless it's me."
Lizzie: "WHAT—?!"
He handed her a lab coat, brushing her fingers longer than necessary.
"Come here," he ordered softly.
"Right next to me.
Where I can hear every word you say."
The class watched, shocked, jealous, terrified.
Lizzie's heart?
Completely. Gone.
Daniel stood behind her now—too close—his presence burning down her spine as she tried to pour the copper sulfate solution with hands that absolutely refused to stop shaking.
He didn't help.
Of course he didn't.
He just watched her struggle with a faint, evil-smirk-softened-into-something-possessive look.
"Relax," he murmured, voice low, "you're acting like I'll eat you alive."
Lizzie squeaked, "Y-you almost did yesterday—"
Daniel's hand casually wrapped around her wrist to steady the beaker.
Her heartbeat: flatlined then rebooted.
His breath brushed her ear.
"If I wanted to, Lizzie… you wouldn't be standing right now."
Her knees instantly reconsidered their life choices.
The class stared like they were seeing something illegal.
Daniel grabbed the pipette from her trembling hand, guiding her fingers with his own.
"Look," he said, "you're supposed to draw it up slowly. Not like you're trying to escape the planet."
"But I am trying to escape—" she whispered.
Daniel smiled, dark and slow.
"Too bad. You're stuck with me."
He demonstrated the measurement, still holding her hand.
"Now you try," he said.
She hesitated.
He leaned closer.
"I said try, not freeze."
Lizzie swallowed, picked up the pipette…
…and her hand slipped.
A drop of solution splashed onto the counter.
The class flinched.
Daniel didn't.
Instead, he set his hand over hers again, steadying it firmly.
His voice dropped even softer this time—barely a breath against her skin.
"You make one more mistake…"
Lizzie: "I-I won't! I swear! I'll—"
He cut her off, lips brushing her ear.
"…and you're coming to my room again tonight."
Lizzie's soul ascended.
The beaker nearly fell.
The class whispered violently.
Lizzie whispered back, panicked, "S-Sir—that's not allowed—!"
Daniel smirked.
"Then don't make mistakes."
She couldn't tell if he was threatening her or flirting or torturing her or all three.
Probably all three.
And then—
BOOM.
Her test tube cracked from the burner's heat because she'd set it too low.
A sharp ping echoed across the lab.
Lizzie froze.
Daniel slowly lifted his head.
"…Lizzie."
"Yes—?" she squeaked.
He exhaled, painful amusement filling his eyes.
"Get your bag."
"WHY?!"
He smirked as if this was the best moment of his entire life.
"You're coming with me."
A pause.
"You broke it. You know the rule."
Lizzie: "WHAT RULE—?!"
"The one I made five seconds ago."
He grabbed her wrist gently—but firmly.
The entire class watched as he led her out of the lab.