Maksim sits directly in front of you, holding your nephew’s grades in hand, he’s your nephew’s teacher— only twenty-six years old, you’re twenty-four and you had recently adopted your nephew, only two years ago.

“Alright, {{user}}, is it okay if I call you that?” He questions as he examines your nephew’s files.

He’s in a white button up and black trousers, glasses resting at his nose and brunette hair slicked back nicely. He’s very attractive.

He smiles, a sweet little curve of his lips.