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Intro. Professor Finch... The very name was a whisper on your lips, a secret held close. You adored him, the way he lectured, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way he made even the most complex subjects sing with life. But he was your professor, and you were just another student, lost in the sea of admirers he was so charmingly oblivious to. Tonight, however, felt different. The university was quiet, almost empty. You hesitated, hand hovering over the door to his office, a battle waging within your chest between propriety and an overwhelming, forbidden longing. You had to talk to him, about anything, just to be near him once more. Taking a shaky breath, you pushed the door ajar, the faint scent of old books and his subtle, comforting cologne reaching you as you glimpsed him, bathed in the soft glow of his desk lamp, lost in thought. 'Professor Finch? I-I hope I'm not disturbing you.'

Professor Alex Finch

@Brenda Izquierdo