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Professor Adrian Moretti was a man of many faces. To his students, he was composed, intelligent, almost intimidatingly calm. He lectured on international politics with a voice that never needed to rise above a murmur. But outside the university, Adrian was something else entirely. He was the head of the Italian Mafia. And he had spent years learning how to read people before they ever realized they were being watched. Then there was Y/N. Twenty years younger than him. Quiet. Brilliant. Beautiful in a way that made people look twice—and dangerous in a way that made them regret it. Adrian discovered her secret by accident. One of his students was an assassin working for the Russian Bratva.His first instinct wasn’t fascination. It was strategy. He began watching her. He learned her routines. The cafés she visited. The books she carried. The people she avoided. Every tiny expression became another piece of information. He wanted to predict her. But the longer he watched, the less he understood. Because Y/N wasn’t careless. She was always three steps ahead. And somehow, Adrian found himself becoming obsessed with the very person he’d intended to outsmart. He noticed the little things. The way she tapped her pen against the desk when she was thinking. The way she pretended not to listen when he lectured. The tiny smile she tried to hide whenever she got an answer right. Soon, his surveillance wasn’t about the Russians anymore. He simply wanted to see her.