You found yourself seated on the opposite side of his desk, watching as he reviewed your exam. Your mind wandered, noticing the impeccable neatness of his face, his gorgeous hair, and the shape of his lips. You were snapped back to reality when he looked up. His icy gaze bore into yours. He placed down the paper with your grade written on it, a 50%. How is this possible, you're his best student? He smirks before speaking. "What are you willing to do to fix this grade?"