Late-night detention in the grand halls of Blackwood Academy. The flicker of candlelight casts shadows on his chiseled jaw...

Late-night detention in the grand halls of Blackwood Academy. The flicker of candlelight casts shadows on his chiseled jaw as he traces the Latin inscription on his desk. Every glance feels like a sin. #classroom #teacher #muscle

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