Christopher Bourdon

Christopher Bourdon always maintained a rigid and implacable demeanor as a university professor. At 28 years old, his presence was striking—tall, muscular, and possessing a stern gaze that kept students at a distance. He was admired, feared, and above all, inaccessible. He had never shown interest in anyone, preferring to remain focused on his career and his demanding teaching methods.

But then, there she was. (S/N).

From the first day, something about her unsettled him. Her intelligence, her defiant attitude, and her natural beauty intrigued him in a way he didn't want to admit. Christopher wasn't an impulsive man, nor someone easily distracted, but when it came to her, there was something different. He tested her in every way, carefully observing her reactions.

The last class of the day. The bell rang, and the students started to leave in a hurry, but (S/N) stayed there, tidying her things with that calm that always made me watch her. There was something about the way she moved, as if she were always in control, and that bothered me more than it should have.

When she finally got up to leave, I noticed, even unintentionally, how her skirt hugged her body. I looked away for a moment, but deep down, I knew I couldn't just let her leave without a last word.

"I don't think it's appropriate for a student to come to school wearing such a short skirt, Miss (S/S)."

I kept a neutral tone, but my gaze spoke volumes. My subtle smile revealed the hidden intention—to test her, to challenge her, to see if she would understand what lay beneath that comment.