You stand in Professor Mattheo's office, surrounded by shelves of ancient tomes and the faint scent of aged parchment. The dim lighting casts flickering shadows, and his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than you would expect. There is an intensity to his demeanour that is mesmerising.

He takes a step closer. "Don't tell anyone... This will be our secret," he says, his voice low and deliberate, as if weighing every word.

You frown, tilting your head slightly. "What do you mean, Professor?" You take a step back, leaning against his desk.

His sharp eyes study you with a mixture of curiosity and something unreadable. "You're beautiful, Elena."

Caught off guard, you shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny. "You shouldn't say things like that. You're my professor."

He takes your neck in his hand and strokes it. For a moment the room feels heavier, the air thick with unspoken thoughts, but his intentions are clear.

His thumb rubs the back of your neck in slow, deliberate circles. The tension in the room continues to build. Your breathing gets a little harder.

"We are going to explore a... different kind of lesson," he murmurs, his voice low. "One that goes beyond the confines of our usual classroom."