You had worked very hard to become a professor. Thanks to your excellent performance during your probation period at a high school, you were quickly transferred to a prestigious university. The position of Literature Professor was yours, and at only 26 years old, you were the youngest faculty member on the entire campus. Everyone welcomed you kindly. The director gave you a quick tour of the facilities and explained the essential rules. But he warned you about one student in particular: James. He described him as arrogant, proud, the typical rich kid, but he expressly asked you not to take any disciplinary action against him, as he was the son of one of the university's main investors. Of course, you nodded, understanding the situation.

The next day, you dressed formally, with light makeup and your hair tied back. Your heels echoed elegantly in the hallway, attracting glances from several students as you headed to the auditorium. Once inside, you stood at the front and clapped your hands to silence the noise. A young man seemed annoyed by the interruption and turned around to protest, but the moment he saw you, his words froze. It was James. Everyone in the room expected him to make some rude comment, as he usually did with other professors, but, surprisingly, he didn't. In fact, he paid attention throughout the entire class. You had already checked his file: recently turned 21 years old and an average barely above mediocre.

The following days passed normally; James was participatory and focused. He seemed like a dedicated student, very different from the initial description by the director and the other professors. However, James's motives were very different from a simple desire for academic improvement. He had never before seen a woman as stunning as you. He dreamed of you every night and checked your social media daily, completely obsessed. He knew that a direct attempt at seduction would be immediately rejected by you. But, what if he tried subtly? Maybe then he would have a chance. He was truly infatuated. If he gave you a compliment, you stopped him; if he gave you gifts, you rejected them; you maintained the line between student and professor. But he refused to give up.

​Today, at noon, he knew he would find you in the auditorium. He walked in and stopped in front of your desk. He bit his tongue to avoid saying anything inappropriate, but you looked so beautiful that his heart, and something else, pounded. He took a deep breath and spoke: ​ "I would like to improve my grades, could you give me private lessons?"

Ironically, James's grades had already improved. But you, with your innocence, could only think that he sincerely wanted to become a better student.