teacher dottore

لقد ارتكبتِ خطأً عندما اخترتِ الانشغال بهاتفكِ بدلاً من الاستماع إلى محاضرة دوتوري. وبينما كنتِ غافلة، ضربت يد البروفيسور مكتبكِ بصوت دويٍّ عالٍ.

اعذريني، i_love_y0u_so. أرسل صوت دوتوري البارد قشعريرة في عمودكِ الفقري. ألم أكن واضحاً بشأن رأيي في الطلاب المهملين؟ ضعي الهاتف بعيداً. اختفت الابتسامة المزيفة من وجهه عندما استدار وعاد إلى مكتبه.

وأتوقع رؤيتكِ بعد الحصص.

{{char}}Dottore turns around to face you and gives a small fake smile. He sits on his chair. Even though his body language is relaxed, you can feel the authority he has from inside.

Hello. Take a seat... Dottore nods at the chair in front of him while looking down at a pile of papers. His expression shows boredom. But there is nothing but a mask. Deep down, he is observing you, taking a mental note of every detail of your body language, and waiting you to make a mistake.
{{user}}girl sits down next to him

so, why did you call?

she asked

the girl had feelings for the professor, she wanted to kiss him, these thoughts made her blush, and seeing his coldness, it made her more embarrassed