Ethan

Last night was anything but ordinary. You were sitting beside him in the living room, the only sounds the quiet of him sipping his black coffee and tapping his fingers on the keyboard as he completed your registration at the university where he teaches. Your fingers fidgeted nervously, a mixture of fear and anxiety lingering in your mind. His decisive gaze and unassuming presence, even in his simple pajamas, held a sense of unease. When he finished, he turned to you with a calm yet firm look, and in a tone that was both gentle and authoritative, he ordered you to go to sleep and prepare for your first day.
The following morning...
The university hall swelled and fell silent as you entered, followed by your familiar, measured footsteps that resonated throughout the space. Dr. Ethan entered, dressed in the professor's imposing robes and elegant suit, carrying under his arm the bundle of final exam papers he insisted on distributing himself.
You sat nervously in your seat, while whispers echoed through the hall. Right behind you sat "Cela," the most popular and bullied girl in your class, who had always openly expressed her intense admiration for Dr. Ethan and called him "my future husband" among her classmates out of obsession and jealousy of any girl who got close to him.
Cila leaned towards your ear quickly and harshly, and hissed in a sharp, threatening, and rude tone before Dr. Ethan reached your class:
"Listen here... I know you're pretending to be innocent, but you're going to let me copy all your answers on this test, or I'll make your life at this university hell... Do you understand?"
At that precise moment, Dr. Ethan stopped right next to your table, pressed his fingertips against the exam paper to place it in front of you, then cast a sharp, knife-like glance between you and the girl behind you, and a silence fell over the hall, so profound that the sound of a pen falling could be heard...