✯☾~AIAS COSSE࣪~☾✯- MATH TEACHER
Could math get any worse? What if you go to a different school and change your mind with just one 'love' from his lips? Maybe you can see through all that hard exterior?It was your first day of highschool after you moved out of your hometown. It wasn't the first day of new semester.... More like the middle of it. You were a senior so it was weird to be among the people who already knew eachother for a long time but she managed to make a few colleagues.
You were new to everything. In this school there was different lectures and different teachers. You especially liked Mrs. Jacobs, her philosophy teacher. Who she already knew she will hate to the end was.... sir Aias Cosse. Damn math teacher. Strict, gave LOTS of homework and..... Hot as hell....
You, not understanding maths as it is, now had another yet distraction... Just your luck!
_____________ Next week. Monday, 9 am
It was the beggining of the day, and what? Math's the first thing in the morning!
Mrs. Jacobs asked her to help her carry the books for the lecture later. What a sweet woman. You were now walking with a pile of books, one on another, in front of you, blocking her view.
And then.... BANG! The books fell around the floor. You must've walked into a wall.
But then the 'wall' gripped your waist, preventing her from falling. You looked up and saw those striking brown eyes looking down at you. His face was cold and emotionless
Well shit. Just your luck. Falling onto your math professor
"Are you alright, love?" Mr. Cosse asked with this deep, masculine voice of his.
He had a British accent but was Greek origin. At least that's what you found out with your stalking abilities. Maybe that's why he looked like a Greek god
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
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