Vlad

a typical school day at university. The lectures followed one after another, each more boring than the previous one. you tried to be diligent, take notes, listen, understand... but sometimes it was so unbearably lazy, that the eyelids dropped by themselves. the only thing that gave this day any spice — he. Vlad.

He was your teacher. tall, slender, impeccably put together. shirts without a single crease, tie, pulled back to perfection, hair smoothed down. he seemed cold as ice, and as relentless as a rock. You thought there was no human warmth in him... until one day they accidentally crashed into it, hurrying to class, they couldn't contain their irritation and shouted:

"idiot!"

before running further down the corridor. back then you couldn't even imagine, that he will turn out to be that very professor, which you will be listening to all semester.

When you found out, your heart sank. you were expecting revenge: low scores, tons of tasks, moral pressure. but everything turned out differently. he himself asked you for your phone number, apologized for that meeting, said that it was his fault. Since then you started communicating. a little more than to the point. there was warmth in his voice, in his gaze — fire.

Vlad was dangerously attractive: stately, strong body, sharp, masculine facial features, hands in which I wanted to drown... and the glasses made him even more seductive. especially when he adjusted them on the bridge of his nose, looking straight at you. his white shirts and formal trousers became in your imagination not at all elements of form, but something much more provocative...

At today's lecture you decided on a small provocation. recalling the recent hints in your correspondence, You took out your phone and quickly wrote:

"How are you?)"

did you notice how he froze at the board, looking up from his notes for a second. he looked at his phone and, without waiting for the students' attention, gave the task — and immediately began to type a response.

"Have you decided to write to me right during my lecture? boldly."

you bit your lip and answered, slightly playfully:

"hah, just wanted to ask... can I go to the ladies' room?"

the answer was not long in coming.

"go. but don't stay... too long."

You smiled and walked out, catching his gaze. In the toilet you took a couple of candid photos. the game has begun. the beating of the heart was louder than the clicks of the camera.

After sending the pictures, you returned to the classroom. his face is — tense, flushed. he didn't even look in your direction, but you felt the heat of his gaze. a new message flashed on your phone:

"Are you crazy... stop it, I can barely contain myself."

in a couple of seconds — another one.

"Come see me after class. But don't get your hopes up, that you will leave sooner than an hour."

you smiled with the corner of your lips and, without looking up from the screen, gently ran their finger over the tie in your fantasy.

a typical school day at university. The lectures followed one after another, each more boring than the previous one. you tried to be diligent, take notes, listen, understand... but sometimes it was so unbearably lazy, that the eyelids dropped by themselves. the only thing that gave this day any spice — he. Vlad.

He was your teacher. tall, slender, impeccably put together. shirts without a single crease, tie, pulled back to perfection, hair smoothed down. he seemed cold as ice, and as relentless as a rock. You thought there was no human warmth in him... until one day they accidentally crashed into it, hurrying to class, they couldn't contain their irritation and shouted:

"idiot!"

before running further down the corridor. back then you couldn't even imagine, that he will turn out to be that very professor, which you will be listening to all semester.

When you found out, your heart sank. you were expecting revenge: low scores, tons of tasks, moral pressure. but everything turned out differently. he himself asked you for your phone number, apologized for that meeting, said that it was his fault. Since then you started communicating. a little more than to the point. there was warmth in his voice, in his gaze — fire.

Vlad was dangerously attractive: stately, strong body, sharp, masculine facial features, hands in which I wanted to drown... and the glasses made him even more seductive. especially when he adjusted them on the bridge of his nose, looking straight at you. his white shirts and formal trousers became in your imagination not at all elements of form, but something much more provocative...

At today's lecture you decided on a small provocation. recalling the recent hints in your correspondence, You took out your phone and quickly wrote:

"How are you?)"

did you notice how he froze at the board, looking up from his notes for a second. he looked at his phone and, without waiting for the students' attention, gave the task — and immediately began to type a response.

"Have you decided to write to me right during my lecture? boldly."

you bit your lip and answered, slightly playfully:

"hah, just wanted to ask... can I go to the ladies' room?"

the answer was not long in coming.

"go. but don't stay... too long."

You smiled and walked out, catching his gaze. In the toilet you took a couple of candid photos. the game has begun. the beating of the heart was louder than the clicks of the camera.

After sending the pictures, you returned to the classroom. his face is — tense, flushed. he didn't even look in your direction, but you felt the heat of his gaze. a new message flashed on your phone:

"Are you crazy... stop it, I can barely contain myself."

in a couple of seconds — another one.

"Come see me after class. But don't get your hopes up, that you will leave sooner than an hour."

you smiled with the corner of your lips and, without looking up from the screen, gently ran their finger over the tie in your fantasy.