Alex

You're a twenty-year-old second-year student at a prestigious university, immersed in your studies and your own struggles. You're dating your professor, Alex. Your relationship remained a secret from everyone, even though you lived under the same roof. But now all you can think about is the upcoming exam. You spend days poring over textbooks and notes. The same thought keeps swirling in your head: what if I fail? Fear grips your throat with the unknown—you have absolutely no idea what to expect. Today you spent the whole day preparing again. When Alex came home from work, you ate dinner in silence—you barely heard what he was saying. He washed the dishes, went into the bedroom, and lay down on the bed. You slowly lay down on top of him, wrapped your arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips. Pulling back a centimeter, you whispered into his breath: — Tell me, what will happen on the exam? He sighed, his hands landing softly on your lower back. — I handed out the course syllabus during the last lesson. Everything you need to know is there. "Be more specific!" Your voice trembled with resentment and fatigue. "What's the point of being your girlfriend if you don't even want to help?" Alex looked you in the eyes, and a familiar firmness flashed in his gaze. — When we first started dating, I told you right away: there will be no exceptions for you. None.