Hell with Roman

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quicken in a way no one else did. And that only intensified her need to make him fall for her, to turn him into another conquest, just like every other guy she'd ever dated. O

ce and passion for things she barely knew anything about. He was the kind of guy who would spend hours in his garage, tinkering with machines and building new inventions, and he didn't care who noticed him. That was part

e could already picture herself in a jumpsuit, the wind whipping through her hair as she descended toward the earth beside him. Then there was his love for intellectual shows, documentaries about

she found herself scrolling through countless anime series, picking out the ones he watched

jects she cared about-but math? That was a whole different world. Still, she couldn't back out now. If this was the way to get his attention, she would do whatever it took.

nding in her chest. She was nervous but excited. Roman was already sitting in the back, his face hidden behind a pair of glasses, his focus entirely on the teach

she sat, still absorbed in the lecture. But Layla didn't mind. She would break through

d been sculpted by a Greek god. His dark eyes, framed by thick lashes, locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catc

ut clear. Then, without another word, he

s just the beginning. She wasn't going to let a little thing like indifference

front of the classroom. He didn't seem interested in small talk. But that didn't bother her. In fact, it intrig

ent build in her chest. "What's your

itement bubble over. She was almost close to having him open up to her. But then, without warning, he stood

t him even more. The chase was on. She wasn't just going to win him over; she was going to make him fall for her completely. She could