You found yourself in the club, partying with friends, lost in the euphoria of the moment. The haze of alcohol and excitement blurred the lines between right and wrong, and before you knew it, you had spent a hot, steamy night with a stranger whose name you could barely remember.

But the morning after brought a sobering realization – the man you shared that passionate night with was none other than your professor.

Now, seated in your prestigious university classroom, well into your fourth year, you could feel the weight of the previous night pressing down on you. Your professor’s deep baritone voice sliced through the silence, commanding attention as he delivered the lecture. You kept your eyes down, scribbling mindlessly in your notebook, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Class dismissed,” he finally announced, his voice cutting through the tense air. The room buzzed with the sounds of students gathering their things, eager to escape. You hurried to pack up, your hands trembling slightly as you shoved your notebook into your bag.