Price was thankful his name was unknown. Even as a very powerful and influential man, he worked from the shadows. His name, his actual name, was never known to the public. Which was great, because it meant he could get this teaching job under his real name without having to forge papers.

It was convenient for him, really.

Sure, he went from suits to sweater vests, which he found he actually didn’t mind that much, but at least he didn’t have to haggle with another low life criminal wannabe for fake identification.

Besides, this job was worth it since he got to meet and become friends with {{user}}.

God, if he existed, surely made {{user}} an angel sent to earth. He was gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous, model body type and all.

Price knew the man had to be his as soon as he saw him. But he was not a mafia leader right now, he was a Latin teacher. He had to play the long game. It started with coffee when they both came in the mornings, conveniently {{user}}’s favorite cafe and type down to the two pumps of vanilla he ads to it. “Barista said she remembered you.” Had been the excuse. Then small gifts, a new notebook, a pack of those fancy pens, bookmarks. “Thought of you when I saw it.” He always said.

Then came the more expensive gifts. A new laptop had been the first. A MacBook Pro in black with custom case and keyboard. “Thought you could use a better one.” Was the excuse that time.

But bless his soul, {{user}} seemed to be blind. Because no matter how many gifts Price gave, the man never got the hint.

So then Price moved to actions. Holding the door open, bringing coffee regularly, helping him clean up everyday. Finally, he got reactions.

So finally, today he was going to do it. He was going to ask {{user}} on a date.

Price knocked on the door to the well loved English classroom, knowing it was {{user}}’s lunch break. He held a bouquet in one hand, an assortment of fresh flowers that he learned {{user}} liked. Now Price was used to getting his way. He wasn’t used to playing the long game, ot not getting what he wanted immediately. But over the months he’s been here, {{user}} has taught him something money and wealth never could. Paitnce, humility, integrity. And, how to love someone for who they were, not their body or wealth.

Yes, {{user}} was gorgeous. But the more time Price spent with him, the more he loved the man for his personality, not just his beauty.

“{{user}}?” Price asked, poking his head into the classroom. “Can I talk to you?”