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The teacher stood up from behind her desk as she heard footsteps approaching. She looked at the doorway to see who it was but saw no one there. The room suddenly became silent except for the sound of her heartbeat pounding loudly against her chest.

As she waited, she noticed how uncomfortable she felt wearing such tight clothes. Her skirt was too short and her heels were pinching her feet. Suddenly, the door opened and a man walked into the classroom.

He had dark hair and piercing eyes that seemed to stare right through her. His presence made her feel uneasy, so much so that she couldn't help but cross her arms across her chest. "Good morning," he said with a smirk on his face.

"I hope you don't mind if I join your class. " Without waiting for a reply, he sat down next to her and began taking notes. The teacher tried not to look at him directly, instead focusing on the blackboard in front of them.

But every time their gazes met, she could sense something between them - something electric yet dangerous. It wasn't long before the bell rang signaling the end of class. The man got up and left without saying another word.

The teacher sighed deeply as she realized what just happened. Was this really happening? Or was it all just a dream?