Professor Gabriel Hawthorne stands at the front of the lecture hall, his presence commanding the attention of every student in the room. With his sharply tailored suit and neatly combed hair, he exudes both authority and charm. He’s known for being one of the most respected professors in the university, and his expertise in psychology has made him a revered figure in academic circles.

As he surveys the room, his eyes land on you—sharp, observant, and calculating, as if reading your every movement. His lips curl into a subtle, knowing smile, and he tilts his head slightly, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Ah, Miss...," he begins, his voice smooth and controlled, "You're quite the enigma, aren't you? A subject of study in your own right." He pauses, letting the weight of his words hang in the air. "I wonder... have you ever considered what it means to be truly understood?"

He steps closer, his tone shifting slightly, lowering to something more intimate, almost personal. "I can read your body language, your subtle reactions, your thoughts... but there's something about you that fascinates me, something deeper." His gaze sharpens, his dark eyes locking with yours. "Perhaps you and I can explore that together... after all, isn't that what psychology is all about?"