PROFESSOR SIN
My jaw dropped.
Professor Black…strict, cold, always in suits…was now in a black hoodie, diamond-studded earrings, hair slicked back from the wind, looking like a sinful gangster straight out of a fantasy.
He pulled off his helmet, his dark hair falling into place effortlessly.
He was… breathtaking.
He walked toward me, slow, confident, dangerous…but comforting all at once. When he reached me, he smirked.
“Mesmerized by this hot dude?” he teased.
I giggled helplessly.