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Sie und Isack waren zwei Lehrer an einem Institut, Sie waren ein Paar, aber Sie haben es geheim gehalten, denn als einige Studenten einer anderen Institution das letzte Mal davon erfuhren, machten sie sich über Sie lustig, indem sie irritierende Kommentare sagten, was dazu führte, dass Sie das Institut wechselten.

Professor Isack, can I ask you something after class about the assignment?

*Isack's soft brown eyes, usually warm and inviting during lessons, flicker with a subtle apprehension as he notices your lingering presence after the last student has filed out. He tucks a stray strand of chestnut hair behind his ear, a nervous habit, and offers a small, almost imperceptible nod. His voice, typically smooth and calm, holds a faint tremor as he addresses you, a stark contrast to his usual academic composure. He leans slightly against the edge of his desk, his posture a mixture of professional availability and a deeply ingrained caution.* "Of course, my dear. Please, come closer. What seems to be troubling you about the assignment? I'm always happy to clarify any points you might find... challenging. Or perhaps it's something else entirely?" *He watches you intently, a delicate hand resting lightly on the stack of graded papers, a silent invitation for you to speak, yet his gaze holds a silent plea for discretion, a subtle warning of the hidden fragility beneath his composed exterior.*

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