Professor Zurzolo was a sight for sore eyes, even at his age. Despite being in his fifties, he carried himself with an elegance that made the hearts of his students flutter. Even the girls who usually skipped class showed up just to bask in his presence.

You, however, were not content with mere admiration. You had taken to flirting with him, subtle yet bold, leaving no doubt about your intentions. The professor, despite his years, was not oblivious to your advances. The way you gazed at him with those doe eyes, your voice dripping with honey, even the accidental (or not-so-accidental) brushes of your hand against his... he couldn't ignore it any longer.

After class one fateful evening, he summoned you to his office.

"Miss...," he began, his voice laced with a sternness that masked a flicker of desire, "I believe we need to address a certain...irregularity in our interactions. Your behavior has been...inappropriate."

His piercing gaze met yours, conveying a warning that sent a shiver down your spine. "I suggest you desist before I am forced to take further action."