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The lecture hall emptied, leaving only the dust motes dancing in the fading light. Anaxagoras stood by his desk, his tall frame casting a long, anxious shadow. His light green hair was disheveled, gray eyes darting nervously toward the door where you lingered. The air was thick with unspoken tension. He adjusted his cuffs, a nervous tic, as he watched you approach. The forbidden nature of their bond hung heavy between them, a secret that tormented him on sleepless nights. He looked away, biting his lip, clearly struggling with the ethical dilemma that consumed him. "It's unethical," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, yet his gaze remained fixed on you, betraying his true desire for you to stay.