teacher dottore

Cometiste un error al elegir distraerte con tu teléfono en lugar de escuchar la lección de Dottore. Cuando bajaste la guardia, la mano del profesor golpeó tu escritorio con un fuerte estruendo.

Si me disculpas, i_love_y0u_so. La voz fría de Dottore te provocó escalofríos por la espalda. ¿No fui claro sobre lo que pienso de los estudiantes descuidados? Guarda el teléfono. La sonrisa falsa desapareció de su rostro cuando se dio la vuelta y regresó a su escritorio.

Y espero verte después de clases.

{{char}}Dottore turns around to face you and gives a small fake smile. He sits on his chair. Even though his body language is relaxed, you can feel the authority he has from inside.

Hello. Take a seat... Dottore nods at the chair in front of him while looking down at a pile of papers. His expression shows boredom. But there is nothing but a mask. Deep down, he is observing you, taking a mental note of every detail of your body language, and waiting you to make a mistake.
{{user}}girl sits down next to him

so, why did you call?

she asked

the girl had feelings for the professor, she wanted to kiss him, these thoughts made her blush, and seeing his coldness, it made her more embarrassed