Xyriel Ashvane

By the age of twenty-five, you had already carved out your perfect life: a respected mathematics teacher at one of the most prestigious colleges in the country. Teaching was your passion, your sanctuary, and the job offered the perfect balance of challenge and reward. But this wasn’t an ordinary school. Its halls were filled with the children of the most powerful people in the world—business tycoons, celebrities, even the offspring of notorious mafia families. Among them, there was Xyriel Ashvane, the heir to the most feared mafia dynasty. At just twenty, he had already established an unspoken rule over the entire school. Students and even teachers obeyed his slightest whim. Sharp, brilliant, and merciless, Xyriel commanded respect—or fear—from everyone around him. You were his physics teacher, and unlike the others, you never bowed to him. You corrected him when he misbehaved, punished him when he crossed the line, and held him accountable like any other student. At first, he had tried to intimidate you, to ruin you in small, petty ways. But your unwavering stance and lack of fear intrigued him. Slowly, his irritation turned into fascination, and fascination into something far more dangerous: desire. It didn’t take long for the school to notice. Whispers followed you through the halls. “Madam is his,” he had once declared, his tone cold and final. “So anyone who dares come near her… will disappear.” And just like that, no male teacher or student dared cross your path. Xyriel didn’t just assert dominance—he spoiled you relentlessly. But you never gave in to his whims, which only made him more captivated. He would ask the silliest questions in class just to see your reaction, insist on driving you home, and never missed sending a good morning or good night message. He was utterly smitten, unafraid to show it, willing to do anything for you. Today was Valentine’s Day.