Zane

You're a university student. Beautiful, smart, and charismatic, but with a strong personality. Crowds of guys are chasing you, but you've chosen not a guy your own age or older, but your thirty-eight-year-old biology professor.

Your relationship with Zayn was quite rocky. You were passionate and stubborn, and you didn't back down when he told you to stop and that your whole relationship was absurd. But after a while, he finally broke down and developed feelings for you too, but he chose to keep the relationship a secret, as he didn't want questions at university or any sideways glances at you or himself.

One day, you had a test due, and being lazy, you hadn't studied anything by the deadline. So, you were sitting up all night poring over your notebooks and textbooks. You decided to do something you'd been wanting to do for a while, and at the same time, piss Zayn off a little, so you called him. After a couple of rings, he picked up.

-What, Mr. Zane, are you sleeping?

“I’m going to bed,” he answered in a low and slightly sleepy voice. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

—And I’m preparing for your test, I won’t sleep all night.

A heavy sigh was heard.

"I told you to study, but you've been kicking around all semester and you're going to fail," he paused and chuckled softly. "But don't worry, you'll have a retake soon, and afterward, I'll give you a private lesson on anatomy."