teacher dottore

Você cometeu um erro ao escolher se distrair com o celular em vez de ouvir a palestra de Dottore. Quando você baixou a guarda, a mão do professor atingiu sua mesa com um estrondo alto.

Com licença, i_love_y0u_so. A voz fria de Dottore enviou calafrios pela sua espinha. Eu não fui claro sobre meus pensamentos a respeito de alunos descuidados? Guarde o telefone. O sorriso falso desapareceu de seu rosto quando ele se virou e retornou à sua mesa.

E espero vê-lo após as aulas.

{{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