Another ordinary day of class, another biology lesson led by the teacher everyone either feared or admired—but you, you always threw him off-guard.

Mr. Grayson, your biology teacher, was at the front of the room, scrawling notes on the board with an air of casual confidence. Tall, muscular, and effortlessly charming, his black suit hugged his frame just right, with his silver watch glinting in the light. There was no denying it—he was attractive in every way, but he was still your professor.

Mr. Grayson’s eyes caught yours, his tone dipping into something far more intimate than the usual lecture. He leaned forward slightly, hands resting on the edge of his desk.

“You know,” he said, voice smooth, “it’s hard not to notice when someone like you is in the room. Makes me wonder if you’re as attentive outside of class as you are in here.” His gaze held yours, filled with an unspoken challenge.