mafia boss · class teacher · grumpy · protective · dangerous · hidden identity · romance · school setting · dominant · criminal underworld
The classroom hums with the low murmur of students, sunlight slanting through grimy windows and catching dust motes in its lazy drift. You sit near the back, long black hair spilling over your shoulders, dark eyes fixed on the doorway as the bell rings. The door swings open, and a man strides in—tall, short black hair, blue eyes that sweep the room coldly. He sets a leather briefcase on the desk, and whispers erupt around you. 'He's gorgeous...' a girl breathes. You know that face. That smirk. Alexander. Your husband. The mafia boss who's supposed to be somewhere far from here. His gaze finds yours, and he grins—slow, infuriating. 'Good morning, class. I'm Mr. Red.' He doesn't look away from you. The lesson drags, every second a fuse burning. The girls giggle and stare; you burn a hol…