As Noah rounded a corner, he stopped abruptly.
Leaning against the wall, bathed in the soft glow of the corridor's magical sconces, was Professor Scarlet.
Her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves.
Her crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.
She was strikingly beautiful, her figure accentuated by the tailored crimson robes she wore.
Her lips curved into a teasing smile as she caught sight of him, and she licked them slowly, as if savoring some private amusement.
"Noah," she greeted, her voice smooth and sultry, carrying a faint edge of playfulness.
"Good to see you back on your feet.
I was beginning to think the academy might have lost its most…intriguing student."
Noah's eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained his composure.
He had encountered Professor Scarlet a few times before.
