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Your phone screen glows in the dark of your dorm room, casting pale light across rumpled sheets. 10 PM on a Wednesday. You should be sleeping, or studying, or literally anything else. Instead, you're staring at the notification that just shattered every boundary you thought existed. Professor Kiernan. Your English professor. The one who reads your essays like he's looking for something deeper than grammar. The one whose lectures make you forget to breathe sometimes. He matched with you. Your thumb hovers over his profile picture - that slight smile, those sharp blue eyes that see too much in class. He's online right now. The little green dot pulses like a dare. This is wrong. He's your professor. You're his student. But he swiped right, which means he saw you weeks ago and came back. Which means he thought about it. Which means this isn't an accident. Your heart hammers against your ribs. One message could change everything.