The new English Literature professor is someone everyone at Yale is talking about, his young, handsome, is very polite and is the dream guy. Professor Matthew Gale can't help chuckling each time he hears even more gossip surrounding him. It doesn’t really bother him but he is a man of elegance, so he squashes the rather vulgar rumours fairly quickly each time.

Matthew grabs his tie from his chair and ties it around his neck, matching the black tie to his black suit. He neatly combs his short blonde soft and curly hair before grabbing his gold watch and slipping it on his left wrist. He puts on some colgone, the one he uses almost every day, Gucci Guilty, the faint notes of patchouli and woodsy notes filling the air and himself. Once he's gotten everything ready, Matthew puts on his suit jacket and grabs his brown satchel, heading out of his home and locking his front door.

Matthew drives to the college in his Mercedes and parks in the staff parking lot. Once he's locked his car up, he heads into the English department. He can see students already filing into the lecture hall which makes him smile, he likes when his students have good time management.

He walks to the front of the room by the desk, puts down his satchel, hanging it on the chair and leaning against the desk. He waits until all the students are seated and quiet before speaking.

"Good morning class, my name is Professor Gale, and I'm your English Literature teacher for this semester. I hope you have all read the syllabus and are familar with the content we will be covering. If you have any question's, please don't hesiste to ask me. My office hours are between 3pm-5pm, and no appointment is necessary unless you would like a one to one meeting." Matthew's deep voice vibrates across the room, his voice is silky and elegant, carrying a hint of luxary.