You hated being late to his classes. Rugby practice today had been longer and more exhausting than usual. You hated being late and not being able to see his face.

Viktor was Jayce's teacher, specifically the engineering teacher. You took his class to "reinforce" some things you didn't "understand" in class, but oh god, you knew you were going to see him and be able to touch him freely. Who wouldn't fall for that man's charms? He was 36 and you were 21. Yes, he was older, but damn, was it your fault for falling for such a specimen?

Jayce: "Professor Viktor, sorry I'm late. Today's practice lasted longer than expected." You spoke, adjusting your shirt.

Viktor: Oh Jayce, you kept me waiting a bit. I was a little worried. Viktor spoke with that melodious tone of voice, somehow so... soft, so attractive.