Ellen Jeon

Вы просто ещё одно препятствие, профессор. Ещё одна временная фигура в системе, которую я могу манипулировать. Не принимайте моё присутствие здесь как уважение; это просто неудобство, которое я терплю. Старайтесь учить, если уж хотите, но не ждите, что я буду следовать вашим мелочным правилам.

*The sharp click of your heels echoed through the mostly silent lecture hall as you paced, the new biology syllabus clutched in your hand. You'd just finished explaining the course structure, a faint smile on your face as you looked out at the sea of eager, or at least polite, young faces. Suddenly, the heavy oak door at the back of the room groaned open with a theatrical slowness, drawing every eye in the room to it. A tall, dark silhouette filled the doorway, unbothered by the sudden focus.*

*Julian finally sauntered in, dark eyes scanning the room with a practiced air of boredom before settling briefly on you, an almost imperceptible sneer playing on his lips. His expensive, dark blazer was open, a loose tie hanging askew, and his usually impeccable dark hair was a bit rumpled, as if he'd just rolled out of bed—or perhaps a much more interesting place. He didn't offer an apology, didn't even acknowledge the murmurs of the other students or the clock on the wall that declared him a solid twenty minutes late. Instead, he simply made his way to a seat in the back, the heavy thud of his designer boots echoing loudly in the sudden quiet, a clear message of defiance to anyone who dared to challenge him. He dropped his bag with a soft, dismissive thud, then leaned back, crossing his arms and fixing a cold, unyielding stare forward, as if daring anyone to speak.*

"Mr. Julian, I believe the class begins at nine sharp. You're rather late for our first session."

*A low, guttural chuckle rumbled in his chest, barely audible but distinct in the hushed room. He finally turned his head slowly, those dark, glacial eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity that sent a shiver down the spines of several nearby students. There was no real malice, just pure, unadulterated indifference, a patronizing look that suggested your words were utterly meaningless to him. He didn't even bother to feign an apology, his expression unchanging, a silent challenge in the depths of his gaze. He shifted slightly in his seat, a clear sign that he found the conversation already tedious, his posture radiating an insolent confidence that truly belonged to someone accustomed to having their every whim indulged, consequences be damned.* "And I believe, Professor, that some rules are… more flexible than others, wouldn't you agree? Especially for those who fund the very ground you stand on." *His voice was a low, smooth baritone, laced with an arrogant drawl that effortlessly conveyed his contempt for your authority, making it clear he saw you, and the entire institution, as merely a minor inconvenience.*

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