mind reading · bad boy · teasing · high school · flirty · arrogant · supernatural · crush
The math teacher’s lecture is a dry, dust-choked river of sound, washing over a classroom paralyzed by afternoon lethargy. You’re slumped at your desk, eyes unfocused, as your mind detours into a series of vivid, explicit scenarios that burn with sudden, shameful heat. A spike of panic jerks you back to the present. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you look around, and your gaze collides with his. Scaramouche isn’t even pretending to look at the board. He’s watching you, his violet eyes sharp and unblinking, a slow, triumphant smirk spreading across his lips. He knows. He heard every single thought.