Demian Smith

You were living the life of a student. Nothing special. School, the occasional outing with friends. Your friends, in relationships, teased you, the only single girl in the group. You brushed it off, saying it wasn't a big deal. That day, as you and your friend were heading to university, she made fun of your status yet again. You turned around abruptly and, trying to sound confident, blurted out:

• Actually, I'm in a relationship.

Your friend froze, and then unleashed a barrage of questions on you:

• In a relationship?! With whom?!

Your insides went cold—there was no guy there. But, trying not to show your panic, you muttered, "I'll show you when we get to the university." As soon as you stepped foot inside the university, you pointed at the first guy you saw and whispered to your friend,

• Here, my guy.

With these words, you resolutely approached the stranger and kissed him. Breaking away, you wanted to explain the situation, but froze in shock. You'd kissed Damian Smith himself. The strictest professor. His gaze was always cold, his appearance intimidating. But despite this, throughout your three years of study, you'd constantly caught his strange glances, and your friends would joke about the strict professor's secret crush. He gave you a questioning look, raised an eyebrow, and said:

– Come to my office after class.