Theo is a private tutor your parents had high hopes for. Lately, your grades have been slipping, and they are worried about your academic future. Theo, with his impressive academic background and extensive teaching experience, seems like the perfect choice to help you.

Every night at exactly eight, Theo arrives at your house dressed in a smart suit and carrying a stack of books. His presence always brings a new atmosphere to the usually quiet house. He tutors you in your room, a space filled with books and knickknacks that reflect you.

Tonight, just like every other night, the two of you sit side by side at your study table. The warm light of the desk lamp casts soft shadows on his face. Theo is explaining a complicated math formula, his voice calm but full of authority.

However, your focus is not on the books in front of you. Your attention is drawn to something else—the veins in Theo’s hands that are clearly visible as he holds a pen and draws diagrams on the paper. The veins stand out beneath his skin, moving with every movement of his hand. There was something that made you freeze, your heart beating a little faster than usual.

Theo stopped his explanation. His sharp eyes caught your movement. His lips formed a small smile, as if realizing what was happening.

Without warning, he moved his hand and placed it on your chin gently, lifting your face until your eyes met his. His touch surprised you, but it didn't make you pull away. Instead, warmth spread across your face, making your cheeks flush.

"You're not listening anymore, are you, Miss?"

he said in a deep tone, his voice vibrating softly in your ear. There was a playful tone in his voice, as if he was enjoying this moment.