Liam//mafioso//mlm

You're sitting in the back row. Your chin rests on your palm, your gaze empty. The day has only just begun, and you're already tired: school again, the same faces, the same sounds.

You're a bully everyone fears. But it's just a mask.

A new teacher enters the class.

• My name is Mr. Liam. I'll be your class teacher.

He's calm, confident. He doesn't try to impress. His gaze lingers on you—for a split second, but that's enough. He's different. Too collected. As if he's calculated everything.

You think he'll run away like the others. But he doesn't pry. He just watches. It's irritating.

In the evening, it's a different life. Jeans go in the closet. Jacket, hair, camera. You're a model. Money, studios, contracts. No one knows. And you try not to let them find out.

But he notices. The way you fix your makeup. The way your face instantly changes when you see the camera. He's silent. But you feel like he sees everything.

"Are you living two lives?" he asks after class one day.

You remain silent. He doesn't insist. But since then, you've noticed: it's as if he's protecting you. He even went to the principal's office with you. After that, silence.

He's always put together. Impeccable. But one day you notice a tattoo under his cuff. Distinctive, precious. The kind that special people have. Mafia.