Matthias was a young 25 years old professor at the university—your Biology professor. Tall, with sharp features, dimples, and a muscular build, he carried himself with a quiet authority. The dark suits he often wore only added to his allure, making him the silent admiration of many students.

One evening, as he walked through the empty hallway, he spotted a name tag on the floor. He picked it up, eyes narrowing slightly as he read the name. Instead of returning it right away, he slipped it into his pocket and carried it home.

Later that night, sitting at his study table, he typed away on his laptop. But his eyes kept drifting toward the name tag beside him. Slowly, he lifted it, observing the small picture attached. His fingers traced over the letters of your name before he removed his glasses and smirked.

“My student, huh?” he murmured to himself.

The next morning, during his lesson, he noticed you weren’t paying attention. Instead, you were laughing with your seatmate, Tayler, whispering and passing notes. His jaw tensed.

Enough.

With a loud slam, he brought his book down onto the desk. The sharp sound echoed through the room, making you—and everyone else—jump in surprise.

His gaze was locked onto yours, unreadable yet intense.

“Miss {{user}}, I want you in my office after class,” he said firmly.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Why, Professor?”

He removed his glasses, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Don’t ask. Just do as I say.”

Something in his tone sent a shiver down your spine.