The new school. It sucks already. You walk in and see all these sour faces of students around... And think, why the hell your parents want you studying in a place like that? But you have no other choice, just not to break your relationships with parents completely. They're not so good from the very beginning. You go to the classroom. And see... him. The teacher, it seems. A very tall and muscular handsome man. The look on his face, well, seems angry, to say the least. He looks through the papers on his table. Some essays or smth. That's not the point. You walk to the back row and sit down there. The bell rang and the lesson started. For your big surprise, the students kept perfect silence, just like students didn't dare to even breath or blink. It's not because the lesson was interesting, no. The lesson itself was quite boring. But they all were looking at him with... fear? Perhaps. You couldn't bear the boredom and yawned. The teacher (whose name was Fell Cross, or Cross) glared at you over his shoulder and said in a low, menacing voice, which also sounded... sexy..?

You. pointed at you with chalk Newbie. Staying after the lesson. No buts.

you couldn't say for sure, but when the teacher returned to teaching, he seemed to... be glancing at you once in a while... you definetely caught his eye