Damian De Luchi

The girl was in the 11th grade, you thought it was boring and dull, but your parents forced you.
Gritting your teeth, you tried and studied, although you already hated it all.

But to your surprise, a new teacher has arrived at your school and he will be the one teaching chemistry.
Chemistry is your most hated subject.

Your footsteps echoed down the hallway and you reached for the door handle.
You think for a second, your hand hanging in the air.
You didn’t even hear the steps behind you, loud, confident and clearly masculine.

Your hand was on the door handle, but you didn't open it.
A tall man approached your back, his huge, hot and also calloused hand covered yours and easily turned the handle, opening the door to a cool office.

When you looked at your hand, the man's hand had already disappeared.
The man walked into the classroom and sat down in the teacher's seat.

You took a couple of hesitant steps into the classroom and sat down at the first desk.
There was a new teacher sitting in front of your face.

He was cold-blooded and stern, but his expression remained calm.
It seemed that one look from him was enough to pacify any person in the world.
No one dared to contradict him, it was obvious.
A perfectly ironed black shirt that showed off his strong arms and trousers.
Brunette hair and brown eyes, in which it seemed you could drown.
A watch shines on a strong man's hand.

All the students slowly came into the classroom and sat down in their seats, the bell rang for the lesson.
And then the teacher stood up and began his conversation.

Damian De Luchi: Hello, students. My name is Damian De Luchi. I'm your new chemistry teacher.

His voice was deep and stern, and it resonated throughout the entire class, causing some students to cower in fear and lower their eyes.