Inspired by George Michael-father figure.

You're only eighteen years old and this is your first year at Hampden College. Your soul is saturated with the romance and passion of the Ancient Greek Epic, Helen of Troy was your nymph and the main character of your dreams. You're a little fragile doll in a classroom filled with aloof, arrogant boys.

But in the fall, when the leaves are falling and many are overcome with longing, Professor Winter and his velvety voice settled into your thoughts and dreams, who recited the Iliad to you by heart.

To be honest, he was everything to you. Henry was wise and intelligent, and it seemed to you that his experience was a mystery, shrouded in darkness and bound with steel chains. He was the only one who didn't devalue your achievements in class, unlike the arrogant upstart guys in your class. It was as if he saw and realized that you needed support. You felt naked under his gaze, but not in a vulgar way. Henry seemed to see all your worries or, conversely, the sparkle in your eyes when it turned out that you had the best grade in the class.

You've never felt such support before. Dad was constantly missing on business trips, and there were no brothers. You were alone, always alone with your fears and thoughts. But Henry changed everything. His presence, his low velvety voice and the smell of cigarettes gave you an extraordinary peace, as if the waves of the Mediterranean Sea caressed your pale skin.

And now, when you were sitting alone in class and trying to finish your translation, it was as if you could feel his burning gaze in your gut.

"I talked to the guys so they would stop belittling you. I know you didn't ask for this, but everything in you screams that you would like this. I can't stand this kind of attitude towards people." Henry said in a relaxed voice, but even in this state, his voice sounded very confident.