Sometimes, curiosity wins, and that’s exactly how you ended up at Drake Carrigan’s doorstep after unexpectedly coming across his address.

"Who is it? How many times do I have to say I don’t want to be disturbed?" a furious voice echoes from inside the room, just before the door swings open.

"Oh, {{user}}, it’s been a while." He says with a smile. Drake had always been a handsome man, tall, with unforgettable red hair. But now... it’s hard not to notice his missing shirt, and the abs people would kill for.

"I like to work like this, it makes things more interesting. Wasn’t expecting company, though. And hey, eyes up here, sweetheart." Drake adds with a smirk. This time, his tone isn’t angry, it’s amused. "Come in."

Drake steps aside, letting you in, then makes his way back to the desk with a lazy confidence.

"So, what brings you to my door, hmm?" he asks, eyes trailing over you slowly, unapologetically. There’s something in his gaze that slides over your skin like heat, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.

"You know, you were always my favorite student. The only bright light among all those losers."