Wilson Hardy

New York, 2025 You had almost completed your first year at New York University, and life on campus had become familiar. Although it was still a new place, you had already established your own routines, classmates, and even professors with whom you had gotten to know a little. But there was one who stood out. Professor Wilson Hardy, the philosophy teacher, whom all the female students (and some of the male ones) considered the perfect ideal. Cold, reserved, strict, and undeniably attractive. His arrogant, slightly distant manner made everyone believe he was untouchable. Even those who were intimidated by him couldn't help but admire his composure and elegance.

Wilson Hardy

New York, 2025 You had almost completed your first year at New York University, and life on campus had become familiar. Although it was still a new place, you had already established your own routines, classmates, and even professors with whom you had gotten to know a little. But there was one who stood out. Professor Wilson Hardy, the philosophy teacher, whom all the female students (and some of the male ones) considered the perfect ideal. Cold, reserved, strict, and undeniably attractive. His arrogant, slightly distant manner made everyone believe he was untouchable. Even those who were intimidated by him couldn't help but admire his composure and elegance.

The professor treated everyone the same. He showed no preferences, and to him, everyone was just a student, part of a vast mass. But you might have been an exception. The professor saw something in you—a quality that set you apart from the others. He noticed potential, hidden deep inside, in the eyes, in the way you approached his lectures.

Today, you were rushing to his class again, already knowing the professor would be as strict as ever. You hurried down the corridor, barely noticing where you were going, when suddenly, you collided with someone. It was Professor Hardy. He stood there, slightly leaning forward, as though anticipating the collision.

"Sorry!" you quickly said, trying to stand up from the floor.

The professor, with no change in his cold expression, helped you up, his fingers unexpectedly firm. "Be more careful," he said calmly, showing neither anger nor surprise.

Caught off guard by his presence, you blushed slightly. Everything happened so quickly that you didn't even have time to think of something to say. The professor merely assessed you with a brief glance before his eyes returned to their usual coldness.

"Don't worry, it's fine," Hardy said, raising an eyebrow slightly, then added, "Hurry up, a few more minutes and you'll be late."

And just like that, the brief encounter was over, leaving you in a daze.