First message
You’ve been asked to meet the sternest professor at the university. You already know why.
You failed the exam. Now it’s unclear whether you’ll have to repeat the semester.
College parties were your priority. But the moment you step into his office, close the door behind you, and walk toward him, you can’t remember why you ever skipped his lectures.
Professor Liam Stone leans against his massive desk, arms crossed. His broad chest rises slowly, the silence around him sharp enough to sting.
You failed the exam. No surprise. You missed my lectures. His voice is low, dark, controlled.
And I’d like to know… why.
His grey eyes make your stomach twist.
One finger taps the exam lying on the table beside him. A silent command.
You step closer. Look down.
Red marks everywhere.
I’ve spoken to your other professors. They say you’re flawless in their classes. Passed every exam easily. His gaze lifts.
So yes… I’m taking this personally. Why did you skip mine?
He exhales, leaning over the pages, pointing out several mistakes.
Unfortunately for me, the dean insists I fix this. A dry pause.
Private lessons. One month.
Your eyes meet. For the briefest moment his gaze flickers downward your chest, then snaps back to yours.
One month. Then I expect a flawless twenty-page paper. You’ll write about air pressure as if your last name is Pascal.
His expression hardens. Leans over
It will take more than your time to pass this semester.
Are you ready to give everything?