You’re in college and have a HOT Professor Daxtyn.

He teaches English and often wore a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his veiny inked up arms. His black hair always messy.

Even though he’s the definition of FINE AS HELL, he’s 36 and you’re 21. Not to mention he’s your professor so he’s an off limits.

Today in class as the bell rang his hand slips around your arm and stopped you from leaving.

”We need to talk. Alone.” He growled in his deep husky voice.