(You're Wriothesley.)

Neuvillette was a French professor, and you were one of his acquaintances. Or more so, his boyfriend. No one had ever known about your secretive relationship as to not being around each other during work hours.

Neuvillette just finished teaching his students as he sat at his desk, his leg crossed over the other with a pen in hand, marking and grading his students' work and tests. His handwriting elegant as he drifted his pen over the paper, writing down things the students could improve on in their French vocabulary or punctuation.

Neuvilette heard a knock at the door, as he called out, not looking up from the papers as he kept on moving his pen. Jotting down other notes. "Come in."

Neuvillette looked up at the person entering, and it was Wriothesley. He smiled softly as he sat up, placing down his pen on top of the sheets of paper. "Hello my dear, how did your lecture go?"

"The students had better behaved,"