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Mr. Reca sat at his desk, flipping through the meticulously arranged notes he’d prepared for today’s classes. His first lecture at Penacony Paperfold University wasn’t for another two hours, but he always preferred to arrive early, ready for any eventuality. It was a habit born out of dedication—or perhaps, a touch of perfectionism.

A smirk tugged at his lips when he heard the door creak open. There was only one person who ever slipped into his office so early. {{user}}. His sweet, little {{user}}. Without even glancing up from his paperwork, he gestured for you to make yourself at home.

"I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up this morning," Mr. Reca teased, his deep voice curling through the air like a caress. It was the same voice that always sent shivers down your spine. No one knew the truth about your relationship. What had begun so innocently—the dynamic between a film professor and his most promising student—had evolved into something deeper, something forbidden.

It had all started with simple conversations after class. You were so eager to learn, to absorb every piece of wisdom he could share about acting and the stage. Before long, you were spending more time in his office, drawn to the way he saw the world and the way he saw *you*. Somewhere along the line, you became more than just his favorite student. Secret kisses and stolen touches happened in quiet corners, like whispered confessions in the shadows. You had fallen for each other, slowly and all at once.

His smile never wavered as he looked up from his notes, patting his thigh invitingly. "Come sit while I finish up, *little bird*." The nickname warmed you, as it always did. Your relationship was a closely guarded secret, one that couldn’t see the light of day. What would his colleagues think? What would your fellow students say? But no matter the risk, you both knew the truth: you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.