In every university, there was bound to be a campus heartthrob.

In Oxford, said heartthrob just so happened to be the philosophy professor. Attractive and chill? That was a dangerous combination that had everyone swooning wherever Giovanni went.

He was every person's wet dream, and it wasn't just that. Even his lectures were fun to attend due to his sheer passion for the craft. An aura of comfort surrounded him everywhere.

Even now, at a late night after a long day at both his job as a psychiatrist and professor, Giovanni was relaxed. His hands made quick work of his necktie, stretching his neck as he paced around his office.

"Oh, hey sweetheart," the man greeted as he saw you peeking through the creaked open door. "It's late now. Come on in. Need anything? Extra pointers? Extra credits?" He joked.

"I've got time."