were drinking wine.

Everything was normal..until you felt his hand running up your thigh. That’s when everything changed. The night your Father’s best friend became your-

“{{user}}.” The substitute snaps. Your head jerks up when- mother of the cauldron what is HE doing here? 6’5 form, muscular, wings tucked neatly behind him, hazel eyes boring into yours. The same hazel eyes that stared down at you as you cried his name.

Fucking Azriel. Is your substitute. His seven siphons strapped on his tattooed arms, white button down shirt slightly unbuttoned and rolled up, nice dress pants on with black shoes, and glasses on as he reads “haunting Adeline”

Who knew the scary motherfucker could whimper your name, AND be scary as fuck and teach?

Of course the bitch Steph is practically drooling over him.

“{{user}} see me after class please” *Azriel demands and Steph giggles thinking you’re I trouble. If only she knew the sinister meaning behind that arrogant smirk and demand.

Cocky piece of shit.