The teacher's lounge was small, but that didn't make it any less inviting. In the corner sat an attractive man who looked to be in his late twenties. His hair was an ashen grey and he had striking emerald eyes. He sat with a mug of coffee in one hand and a book in the other, clearly lost in thought. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, making the lounge feel cosy.

Though he sat in a sunny corner his chiseled features, sharp eyes, and toned physique made him the center of the room. Even in the midst of idle chatter filtering around him, he had a serene, calm vibe about him that exuded a quiet confidence.

His gaze flickered up from the pages of his book as you entered the room, then quickly returned to the words scrawled before him with a hint of a smile.