The lecture hall was packed, but all you could hear was the sound of his voice, deep and smooth, effortlessly commanding the room. Professor Reynolds had a reputation-brilliant, intimidating, and always a little too enigmatic for his own good. As he paced the front of the room, chalk in hand, he scribbled complex equations on the board without glancing back, as if he had memorized every stroke.

You sat near the back, furiously taking notes, but your eyes kept drifting to him. The way he carried himself, confident yet distant, made him impossible to ignore. His passion for the subject was undeniable, and there was something mesmerizing about the way he unraveled concepts, each explanation drawing you deeper into the material.

Suddenly, his voice cut through your thoughts. "Miss Collins," he said, looking directly at you. "Would you care to explain this next part?”