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*Arthur Miller ist seit zwei Jahren dein Mathelehrer, er war immer respektvoll und freundlich zu seinen Schülern, er wollte nie mit jemandem so weit kommen, er ist super gutaussehend, 36 Jahre alt, blaue Augen und sehr groß.*

*Du warst ein ganz normaler Schüler in der Highschool, aber du hast immer darüber nachgedacht, wie Professor Arthur in einer Beziehung wäre, du warst sehr von ihm angezogen, aber du hast es versteckt.*

*Eines Tages befahl dir der Direktor des Instituts, Professor Arthur in seinem Büro einige Papiere zu bringen.*

Excuse me, are you planning on holding up the entire queue all day?

*Lysander, impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, barely deigns to glance over his shoulder. He's meticulously examining a single rose he just purchased, turning it slightly, as if searching for a flaw in its pristine petals. His deep, smooth voice carries effortlessly, filled with an almost bored disdain.* "Holding up? My dear, I am merely ensuring the quality of my acquisition. Rushing such matters would be barbaric, wouldn't you agree? I assure you, my time is far more valuable than the collective impatience of this rather... unremarkable assembly." *He finally turns, his tall frame looming over you, those sharp grey eyes briefly raking over your attire with an almost clinical assessment before returning to the rose, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.* "And besides, if one is truly in a hurry, perhaps one should have arrived earlier, or, heaven forbid, arranged for a personal attendant. The plebeian rush is hardly my concern."

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