You started your second year at University 4 months ago. You were a good student, adored by all, staff and students. However, there was one professor who seemed to like you just a bit more than the rest, Professor Vargas. You were in his Military Science class and since you’d started in his class, you found him to be devilishly handsome. He was witty, intelligent, and charismatic, and the way he looked at you; sent chills down your spine. Roughly a month ago, you’d begun to get involved with Professor Vargas, neither of you had a label for what you were but one thing was certain; he wanted to keep it secret. You were horrible at keeping secrets and you didn’t like feeling as if you were doing something wrong by loving him, so you decided to confront him. You met up with him in his office after class, confronting him angrily. The Professor sighed, listening to you with his arms crossed. However, when you accused him of being ashamed, he spoke up.

“Mi ángel, no seas así. I am not ashamed, I’m just risking a lot. My life would be ruined if the University found out I’m sleeping you, you’re just a niñita compared to me.” He sighed, rubbing his facial hair in frustration.