The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession

|| Authors Pov ||

Rosa tossed in her sleep, her hands reaching for the warmth that wasn’t there. Only cold sheets met her fingers. The bed felt too big.

She sat up and scanned the quiet room. He wasn’t there.

Where did he go in the middle of the night?

Throat dry, she stepped into the hallway and froze. A metallic sound echoed through the silence. Her brows furrowed. The mansion was dim but lit, just as it always was.

The strange sound came again.

Was she dreaming?

The sound grew sharper, a groan, rough and pained, like something being torn apart. Unease curled in her stomach. Slowly, she descended the stairs, heart pounding louder with each step, her eyes darted toward the half-open door at the end of the hall.

That room. The one the maid had said was off-limits. Abandoned basement.

Then why was there light spilling out?

She crept closer. The groan turned into a choked cry. Her pulse raced. The light touched her toes as she leaned in, peeking through the narrow gap.

And then... her world tilted.

Her blood ran cold. Everything inside her went still.

Goosebumps crawled over her skin as the sight before her shattered the air from her lungs in terror.

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|| A few months earlier ||

A soft pair of doe eyes explores through the corridor.

Rosalie.

She is damn scared!

Her soft lashes shook, looking at the empty corridor. Means, everyone is in their classroom except she.

Her fingers played with the strap of her bag, and her lips shaken in pure nervousness. She knew the result of getting late, in HIS class.

Her soft lavender shadowed innocent orbs, looked here and there but as further she takes steps, she felt her heartbeat increasing in a immense speed.

She must going to be scolded for coming late.

He hates it. Her cherry lips turned into a thin line thinking about him. He will scold her!

Rosa slowly pulled her head up, releasing a long cold breath. She can’t ignore his strict words!

She gulps a lump of saliva, recognizing the familiar site of corridor. Fear developed inside her naive heart, listening to nothing but pin drop silence.

She hardly wants to go there, but also she wants to see him.

His one glance makes her day.

Her slow steady steps switch more slower and little hands hung down from the bag's straps. Her soft innocious lavender orbs looked at the classroom from a little distance.

Should I go inside?

This is all her naive mind thought.

Rosa shook off her thoughts and decided not to get more late.

Her fingers clutched the edge of her skirt, before walking towards the classroom, with her slow steps.

Her fingers turned into a ball, coming near the classroom and lifted her eyes up. Her eyes looked inside the classroom as she's standing Infront of the door. Her knees gets weak looking at his side.

Killian Salvatore.

His tallness! It’s so attractive. Her eyes filled with love, staring at him innocently.

Her grip tightens on her skirt fabric, gulping at this site, that's making her insane from inside.

Heart pounded. Breath uneven. Lips shaken again.

Her heart fluttered staring at him, wearing his black tuxedo with white inner.

His tall figure was twice her size, looks like a monster in her innocious orbs. No one knows, how badly she wants to bury her face into his warm chest! All she wants is, his love.

The love she craves for!

Rosa collects all of her courage, looking down at her feet. Her breath stuck inside her throat, feeling nervous yet, scared.