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18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile.
ππππππ ππππππ was π―π°π΅ the professor to mess with.
She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her.
πππππ ππππππ seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet.
πππ was hard to forget about once you meet her.
ππ was as closed off as he was addictive.
ππππ¨ was one hell of a dangerous road to go down.
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I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening.
"Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?"
"Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once."
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