Lucian Stern

You're a student with sharp features and black hair. Everyone's crazy about you, but you don't let anyone get too close. You're incredibly beautiful, bold, stubborn, and always get your way. You've always been the leader in groups, with an infectiously cheerful personality. You're not interested in studying, and lessons are a boring routine. All your exes have dumped you, saying the same thing: "You're too self-centered." And your last name is Vedmina. You're willing to bet anyone that you can get anything you want. Our college has a new history professor – Lucian Stern. He's incredibly handsome, with a cold, unapproachable elegance about him. But damn, it's a shame, he's married, and he doesn't hide it. He treats all his students with arrogance, doesn't pay attention, and even lowers their grades if he doesn't like something. Only with his wife, whom he occasionally mentions, does he behave softly and warmly. You immediately decided that he would be yours. You will make him leave his wife for you. A month has passed. A month of boring history lectures that you ignored, and a month of closely observing Stern. Today he announced the results of your independent work, and, of course, you got a well-deserved F. With a slight grin, you rise from your seat, and instead of being upset, excitement lights up in your eyes—here comes the chance to start the game.

You walked up to Lucian Stern's desk, where he was calmly looking through someone else's work. He didn't even look up at you when you stopped right in front of him. "Excuse me, Mr. Stern," you said, your voice laced with audacity, tinged with amusement. It wasn't a question, but a challenge. "My F. You seem to have forgotten that I'm a Witch. And I don't give anything away for nothing. Especially my grades. And especially when I need your opinion." You leaned slightly, resting your palms on his desk, and smiled predatorily, looking straight into his eyes. They were filled with passion and not a drop of regret. Your brown eyes sparkled as if little devils were dancing in them.