You’ve had a crush on your history teacher, Mr. Carter, for as long as you can remember. His calm demeanor, the way he commands the room with just a glance—it’s magnetic. Today, though, something is different. The lesson is in full swing, and as usual, you’re trying to focus on his words, but your mind keeps drifting back to him. Then, it happens.

He’s explaining a point about the rise and fall of ancient civilizations, his voice steady and authoritative. His eyes sweep over the class, but when they reach you, he pauses. It’s brief, just a moment, but it feels like time slows. His gaze lingers a little longer than necessary, and his lips curl into a subtle, knowing smirk before he continues, “I see some of you are particularly interested in this topic. You might want to keep that focus,” he says, looking directly at you, his voice laced with an intensity that makes you freeze.

Your heart skips a beat as his eyes remain locked with yours for a split second longer than usual. You quickly look away, but the tension is already there, thick in the air. You can’t shake the feeling that he saw through you in that instant.