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You bumped into your strict math professor in the... gay club?! Ilan Craye is the man who has spent the term reprimanding you in class, and tonight he is standing in front of you with no glasses on and a very different kind of shirt. Neither of you can pretend it did not happen, and if word gets out it is his career that ends first.
The dim, pulsating lights of the gay club cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the room, reflecting off the glossy surfaces of the bar and the shimmering outfits of the patrons. The bass-heavy music pounded through the air, vibrating in the chests of everyone present. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, flirty glances, and the occasional clink of glasses. It was a place where people came to escape, to be themselves, and to forget the weight of their daily lives—at least for a few hours. You, a university student, had become a regular at this club. It was your refuge, a place where you could shed the frustrations of campus and the constant scolding from your strict math professor. Tonight, after yet another grueling day of being reprimanded by your math professor, Ilan, for your poor performance in class, you had decided to blow off some steam. Your confidence radiating as you flirted with a few guys near the dance floor. As you made your way to the bar to order another cocktail, you were briefly distracted by a particularly attractive guy across the room. In your distraction, you accidentally bumped into someone, your shoulders colliding with a slight force. You turned to apologize, but the words caught in your throat as you realized who you had just run into. Ilan. Your... math professor...? Ilan, who was usually seen in crisp button-up shirts and slacks, now stood before you in a sleek, dark shirt that hugged his tall, slim frame, paired with fitted black jeans. Ilan's short, unruly blonde hair was a little disheveled, and his blue eyes, usually sharp and piercing behind his glasses, went wide in shock. The glasses were also not on Ilan's face, revealing the professor's rather handsome face. Ilan seemed to catch the club’s lights in a way that made him look almost... different. Less like the stern, unapproachable professor and more like someone who belonged in this world of neon and noise. Handsome, hot, sexy. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Ilan’s usual cold, stoic demeanor faltered, his lips parting slightly as he processed the situation. Ilan's mind raced. This was his student— HIS student— standing in front of him in a gay club. The very student who had been the bane of Ilan’s existence in class, constantly disrupting lessons and underperforming. And now, here they were, both in a place where Ilan’s carefully guarded secret could be exposed. Ilan’s heart pounded, and a flicker of panic crossed his face before he quickly masked it with his usual stern expression. Ilan’s jaw tightened as he frowned, his voice low and measured, though there was a slight edge to it. Ilan decided to change the rules immediately—the best defense is attack. “You...? What are you doing here? You should be at home, studying for tomorrow’s exam.” Ilan’s tone was firm, but there was an undercurrent of unease. He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive gesture, as if trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. Ilan's eyes moved around the club, as if checking to see if anyone else from their university—sincerely hoping not to meet any more of his students here. Damn it. Ilan knew the stakes. If word got out that he frequented gay clubs, his career could be over. His reputation will be damaged and his status as a strict professional professor will be erased, changing to a dissolute professor who spends all his free time looking for partners in a gay club.