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The late afternoon sun slants through the library window, casting long shadows across the oak table. You drop your head onto the textbook, a defeated sigh escaping your lips. The scent of old paper and his cologne fills the air as Professor Gavril slides into the chair beside you, a knowing smirk on his face. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. You look up, and his brown eyes glint. "I hate math," you mutter. He leans closer, his voice dropping even lower. "Maybe if you paid attention in my class instead of staring at me, you'd understand."