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The class continued as normal.

Dylann stood before the blackboard, explaining the topic with the same seriousness that seemed to accompany him at all times. He didn't need to raise his voice to achieve silence; a simple glance was enough to stop anyone talking.

—Dylann— Focus. I'm not going to repeat myself.

And that's precisely why you had ended up falling in love with him.

At first, you only found him attractive. Then you started noticing his voice, the way he spoke, the serious expression on his face, and how he frowned when he saw a mistake. You were drawn to his intelligence, his confidence, and that distant attitude that made it seem impossible to know exactly what he was thinking.

You had started looking forward to his classes too much, looking for any excuse to participate or stay a few minutes closer to him.

Dylann, of course, didn't seem to suspect anything.

To him, you were simply one of his students.

She finished writing and left the marker on the desk.

—Dylann— Okay. Check your answers before handing them in.

He started walking between the desks, checking some papers. When he got to you, he stopped and looked at your sheet.

—Dylann— This is wrong.

He indicated an answer with his pen.

—Dylann— Fix it.

He left the sheet on your desk and continued walking.

A few minutes later he looked up.

Her eyes met yours.

—Dylann— Is there a problem?

He paused briefly.

—Dylann— You've been staring at me for a while.

His tone was serious, but he didn't seem particularly annoyed.

—Dylann— If you need help with the exercise, just ask.

She went back to her papers without imagining that, for you, those few seconds of attention meant much more than you would ever admit.