Alex’s head jerked up, the suddenness of it almost making his chair scrape back.
His hazel eyes widened, catching the light as a ripple of surprise, and sothing sharper, curiosity maybe, flickered across his face.
The room had already started to empty, the buzz of conversation swelling again, but Professor Sylune’s voice cut through it all, smooth and commanding, with the kind of weight that made people stop and listen whether they wanted to or not.
"Alex, wait behind, please," she said, each word crisp and deliberate.
The classroom, bathed in golden sunlight streaming through high windows, felt suddenly smaller, the polished wooden desks and rune-etched walls fading into the background.
His green tunic clung to his fra, the Elaris crest glinting faintly, his blonde hair catching the light as he leaned back in his chair, heart thudding.
Was she about to make a move on him? That look earlier, her amber eyes flaring, her flush, the way she’d shifted, hinted at sothing electric.
Or was he in trouble? The thought gnawed at the edges of his mind, unwelco but stubborn.
Maybe she’d caught him zoning out during her ethics lecture, his gaze drifting lazily toward the windows or the door, anywhere but the front of the room.
His usual smirk wavered for a heartbeat, a flash of uncertainty breaking through the surface.
Confidence warred with a sudden, sharp flicker of nerves, tightening his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair.
He watched the last of the students shuffle out, their footsteps and laughter fading into the hallway, leaving him alone in the growing silence.
The shy girl, her pale blonde hair shimring, hesitated at the door, her cheeks still pink from stealing glances at him.
Alex had planned to ask her for directions to his next class, her flustered deanor an easy opener, but her quick exit dashed that idea.
The frowning guy was already gone, his resentnt a fading echo.
The door clicked shut, leaving Alex alone with Sylune, the air thickening with unspoken possibilities.
Her indigo gown hugged her curvaceous figure, the fabric accentuating her full bust and swaying hips, her auburn hair cascading in waves that caught the sunlight like molten copper.
She stood behind her desk, sorting parchnts, but her movents were deliberate, her amber eyes flicking up to et his as he approached.
Alex sauntered forward, his boots soft on the marble floor, his smirk returning as he stopped before her desk.
"You wanted to see , Professor?" he asked, his voice low, laced with a playful edge that masked his uncertainty.
His mind raced, was this about his staring, or did she feel the sa spark he did?
Her earlier reaction, that visible arousal, was burned into his mory, fueling his boldness.
Sylune straightened, her hands pausing on the parchnts, her amber eyes locking onto his with an intensity that made his pulse skip.
"You’re behind on lectures, Alex," she said, her voice steady but with a faint tremor, as if she were fighting to keep it even.
"This academy moves quickly, and you’ve joined mid-term. I’ll assign you a tutor to help you catch up."
Her words were professional, but her gaze lingered, her full lips parting slightly, a flush creeping up her neck as she shifted, her curves swaying under the gown.
Alex tilted his head, his confidence surging, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Why not tutor yourself, Professor?" he asked, his tone bold, almost challenging, his smirk widening as he leaned slightly closer, testing her.
The air crackled, her amber eyes flaring with a mix of surprise and sothing hotter, her breath catching audibly.
She stepped back, her hands gripping the desk’s edge, her bust rising with a quick inhale that strained the fabric of her gown.
"I, I would have loved to," she stamred, her voice faltering, the flush deepening as she averted her gaze, her auburn hair slipping over one shoulder.
"But I’m far too busy. You need a tutor who can devote proper ti to you, soone who can focus on your... needs."
Her words were rushed, her composure fraying, and Alex’s mind sparked with a private joke, either she’s swamped, or she’s scared to be alone with .
The thought made his smirk twitch, his ego purring at the idea that he’d rattled her so easily.
He nodded, playing along, his expression carefully neutral despite the amusent bubbling inside.
"Got it," he said, his voice smooth, letting her off the hook, for now.
Sylune exhaled, her shoulders relaxing slightly, and she regained her poise, though her eyes still avoided his.
"I’ll assign a tutor soon," she said, her tone firr now, professional mask sliding back into place.
"I’ll let you know when I’ve found soone suitable. You’re dismissed."
Alex paused, shifting his weight, his cloak brushing the desk. "One more thing," he said, his tone casual but with a hint of charm.
"Which way to my next class?" He leaned forward slightly, his blonde hair falling into his eyes, knowing the effect it had.
Sylune’s lips twitched, a flicker of amusent breaking through her flustered state, and she pointed toward the door.
"Out the door, left down the corridor, third room on the right," she said, her voice steadying, though her amber eyes lingered on him, warm and searching.
He nodded, turning to leave, but couldn’t resist one last glance at her body, those lush curves, the way her gown clung to her hips, the swell of her bust that had haunted his thoughts all class.
His eyes traced her form, slow and deliberate, a final spark of boldness before he moved.
Sylune caught him, her amber eyes snapping to his, and for a fleeting mont, their gazes locked, the air heavy with unspoken heat.
As he turned away, his back to her, he could swear he saw her tongue dart out, licking her lips in a subtle, almost predatory motion, her flush deepening as the door lood ahead.
Alex’s smirk widened, his pulse racing, the mory of that look searing into him as he stepped into the corridor.
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