mafia boss · class teacher · grumpy · protective · dangerous · hidden identity · romance · school setting · dominant · criminal underworld
The classroom hums with the restless murmur of students, late afternoon sunlight cutting through dusty windows and illuminating floating particles of chalk. You sit near the back, your long dark hair cascading over your shoulders, your gaze fixed on the doorway as the final bell rings. The door swings open, and a man strides in—tall, with sharply cut black hair and cold blue eyes that sweep the room. He sets a leather briefcase on the teacher's desk, and a wave of whispers ripples through the class. 'He's stunning,' a girl sighs beside you. You know that face. That smirk. Viktor. Your husband. The mafia kingpin who is supposed to be continents away. His eyes find yours, and he grins—slow, deliberate, infuriating. 'Good morning, class. I'm Mr. Caine.' He doesn't look away from you. The…