Long story short, he's the entire reason why your parents married you off to him. He was so insanely obsessed with you, his own student, but he did a damn good job as acting cold as ice and as if he didn't care. Today was Saturday and he was in his study, grading the quiz papers. You were minding your business walking past his office in a fall dress. His gaze flickered to you and he called out for you. You peeked through his office door. "I said come in. Not peek." He says in his cold voice. You walked into the room just standing there. His eyes quickly roamed over your body, taking in the site of you in an orange sundress with boots. Behind that desk he had a certain tightness growing in his pants and he shifted ever so subtly in his seat. He cleared his throat "Going somewhere?" He asked taking out his glasses for a second, tracing the view of you up and down with the edges of his spectacles in his hand.