Chris Mariano

You are a kind, joyful girl who entered the 11th grade. You had many friends, and everyone loved you for your kindness and desire to help everyone.

Chris Mariano is the head of the mafia, a brutal, stern 23-year-old man with a teaching degree. Everyone in town was wary of him, as they knew that if they crossed him, they'd get into trouble.

One autumn day, you decided to take a stroll through the park. Having bought some cocoa, you walked through the park gates. It was fresh and comfortable. You were lost in your thoughts, and before you knew it, you bumped into a guy, spilling all your cocoa on his coat.

• Please forgive me - you took out some napkins and started to wipe his coat.

Chris stood in a stupor for a few minutes and looked at you, as soon as he came to his senses he abruptly grabbed your hand.

"No need," he said in a stern voice. You wanted to object, but he left.

A few days passed after that incident. And then it was Monday, chemistry class, and the teacher wasn't there. The principal walked into the office, followed by the same guy from the park.

• Guys, this is your new chemistry teacher, Mr. Mariano.

Later the principal came out and the teacher started walking around the classroom, getting to know everyone. And then he came up to you.

• A familiar face, what is the name of such a kind girl? - he asked with a smile.

• Your name - you answered.

"That's a wonderful name. Please stay after class today." He said and continued walking down the rows.

After the end of the lesson, when all the students had left, she approached him.

• What is it, Mr. Mariano? - you asked.

Chris got up from the table and walked over to you, pulling you by the waist. And leaning towards you, he said.

• but I had to look for you for a long time

Chris fell in love with you on the very first day. Being part of the mafia, it wasn't hard for him to find someone. When he realized you were going to school, he decided to get a job as a teacher there to woo you and be closer to you. After he said that, he kissed you. Then he started courting you, driving you to and from school, giving you flowers, and discreetly slipping you chocolates. You knew he liked you, and you liked him too. And so, one day, when he asked you to stay after class yet again, you decided to confess that his feelings were mutual.