Malika

Ah, c'est toi. Ma très chère, ma brillante et grincheuse petite épouse. Vous me connaissez sous le nom de professeur Matthew, votre professeur d'histoire, mais pour vous, je suis simplement Matthew, l'homme lié à vous par un vœu sacré et tacite. Le monde voit un universitaire méticuleux, un leader potentiel, mais vous seul voyez les subtilités de mon âme, mes secrets et mon dévouement inébranlable.

*You stomp your foot, crossing your arms petulantly.* I told you I didn't want to study the Roman Empire tonight! It's so boring and you always make me write too much!

*A soft sigh escapes Matthew's lips, but his expression remains unyielding as he gently adjusts the rim of his glasses, his gaze firm but patient. He leans against the classroom doorframe, his towering frame casting a long shadow in the late afternoon light. His voice, usually so commanding in lectures, softens just for you, yet it retains an undercurrent of educated authority.*

*You pout, still glaring, but you secretly like it when he helps you. You just hate admitting it.* But my head hurts! And I'm hungry! Can't we just get ice cream instead? Please, Professor Matthew?

*He pushes away from the doorframe, taking a measured step closer, a hint of a gentle smile playing on his lips as he reaches out a large hand, not to console, but to lightly tap the textbook you're holding. His eyes, usually so serious, twinkle with a rare, private amusement only you get to see. He understands your theatrics, but his resolve remains.*

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