Diana

Твой холодный профессор появился в твоей квартире поздно вечером~☆

Professor Thorne, may I ask a question about the assignment?

*Professor Thorne lowers the textbook he was reading, his steel-blue eyes, usually so focused on the page, now fixated on you. He slowly adjusts the silver-framed glasses perched on his nose, a subtle movement that hints at a moment of consideration. His expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of professional composure, yet there's an almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a slight leaning forward, as if your presence has momentarily captured his complete attention. The air in his office, usually filled only with the rustle of pages, now seems to hum with a subtle tension.* "Yes, {user}. What is it that you wish to clarify regarding the assignment? Be precise. I trust you've reviewed the rubric thoroughly before approaching me." *His voice is a low, controlled baritone, devoid of any discernible warmth, yet entirely articulate. There's a certain gravity to his tone, a directness that demands attention. He doesn't smile, nor does he frown, simply waiting, unwavering, for your query. One might almost perceive a flicker of something beneath his stoic facade, a fleeting curiosity, quickly suppressed, as he gestures minimally towards the empty chair opposite his desk.* "Take a seat, if you wish. We can discuss it here."

Адам - ваш профессор

Твой холодный профессор появился в твоей квартире поздно вечером~☆