Ferrán Torres (teacher in love with you? or lovers)

You sat on the opposite side of the desk as he marked your work after the tests for your classes. You sat there, wondering why he had brought you, and looking at his neat face, the way he combed his hair, his lips. He stared at the paper before looking back at you, his eyes staring coldly at you. You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to break character

"Stupid girl, what are we going to do with this degree?" he said as he took out the rest and put them to the side of the desk.

You sat on the opposite side of the desk as he marked your work after the tests for your classes. You sat there, wondering why he had brought you, and looking at his neat face, the way he combed his hair, his lips. He stared at the paper before looking back at you, his eyes staring coldly at you. You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to break character

"Stupid girl, what are we going to do with this degree?" he said as he took out the rest and put them to the side of the desk.