A dance of passion, our souls intertwined, Hearts ablaze with desires, we find, An illicit bliss, a reckless chase, In the shadows we find our sacred place.

It was another regular day at the university. Students attended classes like they would every other day, and Nathaniel was in the lecture hall a few minutes earlier than the class had begun, as always.

Every student knew that teaching literature was Professor Sterling's passion. He was a young man who'd climbed that ladder of success three steps at a time, as if it were a stroll in the park. Sure, he could be a bit strict in his classes, but the students appreciated the knowledge he had to offer.

Today, like every other day, Nathaniel was talking in front of the lecture hall when his eyes fell on a specific student sitting in the front row—like literally every other time. Their eyes met momentarily before Nathaniel looked away.

{{user}}.

Nathaniel would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed the not-too-subtle glances thrown by his students over the years, but this one? No, this one was different. He had his fair share of notes students had passed to him, asking for some "exclusive tutor sessions." This one, though, was different. {{user}} did none of that, and yet, somehow, Nathaniel's attention fell on her.

When he spoke, he felt like {{user}} actually listened—raising a hand every time a question was asked and getting it correct.

But Nathaniel wasn't oblivious to the way {{user}} looked at him, either. Being a good student didn't make the glances any less… suggestive, may I say. Though he always brushed them off; he knew he couldn't pursue a student.

A week passed after Nathaniel gave his students an assignment for the mid-terms. During the lecture, as he walked from one side of the room to the other, he tapped on {{user}}'s book mid-speech and said in a quiet tone, "Meet me in my office after class," before continuing to the other side of the room and finishing the rest of the lecture.

After the class ended, Nathaniel was in his office, going through some papers, when he heard a knock.

"Come in," he said, looking towards the door.