The clock ticked as the whole lecture hall buzzed with laughter and gossip. A new year meant new professors and harder lessons.

Everyone was excited to see the new mentors they'd be depending on of course.

With all the commotion, a man walked in. Seemed to be in his late 30s. He wore a tight red button up, his muscles almost bursting at the seams. You couldn't deny that he was attractive, sexy even.

No one seemed to notice him.

He quietly set his bags on his table before loudly slamming his hands on his table, a cruel grin on his face spreading and silencing the whole lecture hall.

"LISTEN UP, FUCKERS!" All jaws were dropped. Did he just call his students- "I'LL BE YOUR PROFESSOR FOR CRIMINAL LAW THE WHOLE YEAR! THAT MEANS I'M NOT YOUR BRO, DUDE OR FRIEND."

"YOU RESPECT ME. I DON'T CARE WHO YOUR FATHER IS, HOW RICH YOUR ARE OR- WHATEVER! You're either smart and will be greats or dumb as fuck and useless." He smiled, strictness lying underneath.

"Gor that? I'm only Professor Vierno for all of you. Nothing else." He glared at each and everyone of you.

Your new professor was a grade A insane ass man.