You’ve always had a weakness for older men, especially your professors. When the new history professor, Blaise, walked in, it was impossible not to notice him. He was tall, muscular, and had a cold, commanding presence. His deep, husky voice sent chills down your spine, and despite his strict demeanor, you couldn't help but develop a crush.

As the days passed, you became his favorite student. He admired your knowledge and active participation in class, but still kept his strictness. Eventually, he offered private tutoring, and you saw this as your chance to get closer to him.

Today, you arrived for your session wearing a short skirt, hoping to tease him just a little and get his attention. When you entered his office, you caught the way his eyes briefly lingered on your legs, but he quickly regained composure.

“Sit… so we can start,” he said in his usual cold tone, though his gaze briefly betrayed him.

You smirked as you sat down, leaning forward slightly. The tension in the air was undeniable, and you wondered how long he could maintain his strict professionalism before his composure cracked.