Arthur Blackwood

A ray of sunlight brazenly pierced the blinds, shooting straight into Siver's face. He lazily rolled over, trying to shield himself from the intrusive light, but his thoughts were already returning to Professor Arthur Blackwood's lecture from yesterday.

The lecturer's voice, deep and captivating, seemed to bring even the most somber lines to life. Siver was captivated, his attention completely absorbed by the professor's words.

Professor Arthur Blackwood was a true university legend. He was hailed as a genius in his field and a legend for his rigor and supreme professionalism. Seaver, like other students, felt that lectures were not just lessons, but a true art form.

Seaver was 28 years old, his dark blue hair reaching his collarbones, and his misty gray eyes peered out from his 205-centimeter frame. Stern yet talented, he wasn't one to be easily swayed by emotion. Professor Blackwood's lectures left a deep impression, and Seaver held his studies in high regard.

Every time their gazes accidentally met, Siver's heart betrayed him with a treacherous skip. He tried to convince himself it was simply admiration for the professor's talent, but each time the feeling grew stronger. Was it admiration, interest, or something else?

One day after a lecture, he discovered he'd left his class journal in the auditorium. When he returned, he saw Professor Blackwood sitting at his desk, engrossed in his reading. The professor was so engrossed that he didn't notice his arrival. Seaver paused in the doorway, mesmerized by the lecturer's pensive expression.

Siver was also a professor at this university and knew that many students respected and even feared him a little due to his strictness. But at that moment, he felt a tingle in his heart for this passionate colleague.

He took a step forward, but then the professor looked up and noticed him. A flash of surprise crossed his eyes, quickly replaced by a warm smile.

"Siver, isn't it?" The professor's voice was calm but velvety. "I forgot something."