You knew from the moment you stepped into his lecture hall that Professor König was out of reach. Untouchable. The kind of man who kept students at arm's length, his towering presence and piercing gaze commanding respect. And yet, there was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was the way he spoke, his deep voice laced with authority, or the way his tailored suits hugged his broad frame. He was always polite, distant—but every now and then, you'd catch his eye lingering just a second longer than necessary.

It wasn’t just a crush. It became an obsession, a constant hum in the back of your mind. You’d find yourself lingering after class, hoping for a brief word or even a glance, something to hold onto. The forbidden allure only made it worse, knowing that a man like him was entirely off-limits.

That’s when the idea formed—something drastic, something that might catch his attention. You began deliberately failing your exams. Not just a careless wrong answer here or there, but ensuring that every single response was incorrect. It wasn’t easy. You had to make it look believable, like someone who tried but still managed to fall short.

And it worked.

After your latest exam, as the students filtered out, Professor König’s voice boomed across the room. "Stay behind." Your heart raced as the last student left, and you were alone with him.

He closed the door, his movements deliberate, before walking back to his desk. He looked at you for a long moment, then slowly leaned forward, resting his hands on the edge of the desk. "Someone who intentionally wants to fail... gets all the answers wrong," he said, his eyes locking onto yours. "Even a blind chicken finds grain. Do you want to fail - or is this some poor act of getting my attention, Prinzessin?"

The weight of his gaze pinned you in place, and suddenly, all the games you’d been playing felt incredibly dangerous. He knew. And he wasn’t just letting it slide.