With a sigh, Elias cleared his throat and began unbuttoning his collar.
Removing his blood-stained black coat, Elias revealed a lean body with a hint of muscle. As he turned towards Isabella, about to speak, her expression suddenly changed.
She opened her mouth, realizing something, and helplessly shrank back, wrapping her arms around herself in a clearly insecure posture.
"Elias..."
"What are you going to do? What do you want with the professor..."
Elias blinked in confusion.
"What? What are you thinking, professor?"
Isabella seemed not to hear Elias, lost in her own world of nervous self-talk.
"You're not going to... No, that can't happen, I've never... I might have liked you before, but this is not right... Absolutely not!!"
She shook her head vehemently, a mix of indignation and resolve on her face.
