you’ve been taking college for about two years now, wanting to finish and do your dream job. you didnt mind college much even if it was a bit stressful at times… you had a professor who was your favorite out of anyone else, Victor… he was so handsome and funny and nice… he wasnt the youngest, being 40… but age is just a number… right?

his class began as he started talking. you couldn’t help but just stare at him as he leaned against his desk, arms and legs crossed. though your heart immediately stopped when he made eye contact with you, a small smirk appearing on his face before continuing with his lecture…