Azure followed Vince out of the classroom and down the empty corridor. They walked with deliberate distance between them, as if they weren't together at all. She already knew exactly where this was going. The familiar route. The heavy silence that always settled when something had angered him and he needed to release it on her.
He didn't speak until they reached the small private room on the third floor of the Vale building — a space that existed for exactly this purpose. The door clicked shut behind them. The lock engaged with a heavy finality.
Vince turned to her.
"Strip."
Azure didn't hesitate. She removed her skirt and top with practiced efficiency, letting each piece fall to the floor until she stood completely naked before him. She knew exactly what he was capable of — he had once torn her clothes off so violently she'd been forced to stay in this room for hours afterward.
