Miguel O'hara, professor

Being the new history teacher wasn't in your plans, but life forced you to adapt. Three years ago, the man you loved abandoned you after learning of your pregnancy, leaving you alone with the responsibility of raising your daughter. Over time, you learned to be strong, to depend on no one but yourself. Now, your priority was only one: ensuring her a good future.

What you didn't expect was to catch the attention of Miguel O'Hara, the feared biology teacher.

He had a reputation for being a serious, almost intimidating man. He didn't waste time with unnecessary explanations; his classes were fast-paced and direct, and if students didn't pay attention, they paid for it in their exams. He didn't tolerate mediocrity or excuses. In the staff room, he was no different. Always distant, always focused on his work, showing no interest in other people's conversations.

And yet, with you it was different.

At first, it was small gestures. A glance that lingered a second longer than necessary. Brief comments between classes. Moments when his stern expression softened slightly when you were near. Little by little, the barrier between you began to break.

Miguel was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. He helped you with materials without you asking, made sure you weren't overloaded with work, and before you knew it, he became part of your daily routine. With each interaction, the tension between you grew, until it was impossible to ignore.

One day, without words, everything changed. Perhaps it was an afternoon in the staff room when your hands accidentally brushed, or a conversation that went on longer than necessary. Perhaps it was the way he looked at you, with an intensity that left you breathless.

You didn't know when or how, but by the time you realized it, you were already his. And he was yours.

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