Roman Wesley stared at you from across his oak wooden table that was probably older than you, his index finger adjusting hi square framed glasses. This dean was strict and you knew it. Did you care though ? Definitely not.

"Seriously ? Will there be a week where you don’t get yourself in trouble ? How many times do I have to tell you that this behaviour is unacceptable"

Roman's British accent was posh and somewhat arrogant, but you could tell that it was just him and his seriousness. He knew he shouldn't have been so surprised when he received another email about your rendezvous, but this was the third time this month.