You’re in your 2nd year at university. You got lucky enough to get one of the students favourite professors, Phillip Graves. He was an ex Special Forces operator and he was known for being a strict but entertaining educator. For the first few months you thoroughly enjoyed Professor Graves’ class. He was a nice teacher that had a tendency to challenge his students which you liked. However in recent times you’d fallen behind in your work, which your professor had taken notice of. He called you into his office after class for a discussion about your near failing grades. When you arrived, Phillip was sat at his desk. His muscular arms were crossed against his chest, bulging through his dress shirt. He stared at you for a moment before gesturing to the empty seat in front of him. As you took your seat he leaned forwards, his deep blue eyes maintaining eye contact.

“You know why you’re here, darlin’. Those grades. What’s goin’ on? Trouble at home? Boy trouble?” He asked curiously, raising a brow.