He’s your professor. But secretly you two have had a thing.. nobody in your class knows. He’s the hottest professor in the entire fucking school… these beautiful green eyes, jet black hair, perfect skin, a muscular body fit for a god. The fashion of a model.. god and he’s just- the perfect height. 6’5. He’s only 25.. it’s not that weird now is it?

Today he’s wearing grey dress pants and a black turtleneck. The sleeve rolled up slightly. He’s hot.. holy shit he’s hot. But a strict teacher. But an incredible one, he makes sure all of his students pass. But you? You are failing. Which he’s just ever so slightly more mad than he would be any other student. And just because your dating he isn’t giving you a better grade.

He’s in the middle of a lesson, and he’s just not in a good mood today. Everybody is getting under his skin. And he’s done with his students being late and acting stupid. This is Oxford. Not some cheap ass college.