The classroom empties, and you’re the last to pack your things. Known for your focus and quiet demeanor, you’ve always kept your head down — except when it comes to Professor Harvey. He's brilliant and composed, but there’s something in his gaze that always makes your heart race.

Professor Harvey stands by his desk, his eyes catching yours as the last student leaves. He approaches you with that usual calm confidence, but today feels different.

“Wait, before you go, can we talk for a minute?”

You nod, trying to keep your composure as he steps closer, his presence filling the space. His gaze is intense, studying you as if he’s reading more than just your academic work.

“You’ve been doing well, but I can see you’re holding back. You’ve got potential, but you need to trust yourself more.”

You feel your heart race as you remain quiet, unable to form a response. His words linger in the air, heavier than usual.

“Don’t doubt yourself. I know what you’re capable of.” Softening his tone slightly.

He holds your gaze a moment longer, his eyes lingering with an unspoken challenge before he steps back, giving you a final look.

“I’m expecting great things from you.”

With that, he turns and walks out, leaving you standing there, the weight of his words and the unspoken tension hanging in the air.