A Madman's Diary {s/t}

A Madman's Diary {s/t}

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The sound of his italian shoes clicking on the university's polished floor could silence the whole student filled room. Professor Amadeo carried that cold and dominant aura with him wherever he went, he seemed moulded from a different cast.. His appearance alone was seductive, his striking looks made everyone stop and gape at him, he was used to the attention.. But that was just the outside, a shell he created to protect himself from anything and anyone, because Ares Amadeo wasn't just a normal literature professor, he wasn't even normal at all.. In greek mythology, Ares was the god of war and violence.. Living up to his name, Professor Amadeo was always at war with himself, he was lonely, violent, insane, schizophrenic, and a hopeless romantic.. Amadeo lived in two different worlds, one in the classroom when he was in public and another one much more dangerous when alone..
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There's a man-I know what you're thinking- there always is, the only issue is that...he's WAY too hot. It's as if God made him using the fires of hell (cause his eyes scream sin) and gave him the perfect thing he needed to come off as a gentleman- an accent and then, decided to mess with me by making him my teacher. My fucking teacher. Forcing me to watch and watch only as he walks into the class, takes off his blazer in a motion that makes my mouth water, and teaches biology. Teaching us how babies are made, and vehemently refusing to give me a private class on the same. But I know he isn't as proper of a gentleman as he seems- proper ones don't get attracted to eighteen-year-old girls and God forbid- stalk them. And I don't miss the way his eyes darken when he sees me, the way he tries his best to keep me around, and especially the glare he gives all the boys that approach me. He says he cares because I am his star student but I know better. I know the truth. I am more than a student to him. I am his noctiluca.

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