MasukAlessandra Moore built her reputation on discipline, control, and teaching political scandals — not becoming one. A respected Political Science professor known for dissecting presidential downfalls, she understands exactly how careers are ruined. What she never expected was to be undone by two of her own students — the infamous varsity baseball twins dominating campus headlines. Liam is the golden face of varsity baseball — charming, dominant, untouchable. Ethan is the quieter shadow at his side — deaf, reserved, and far more dangerous in his silence than anyone realizes. They rule the field in different ways. Both are completely forbidden. When a single drunken moment explodes into a campus-wide scandal, Alessandra is dragged into the spotlight — facing public humiliation, NCAA scrutiny, and a university ethics investigation that threatens to destroy everything she has built. But scandals don’t just expose secrets — they reveal desires. As media pressure mounts and gossip spreads across campus, Alessandra must decide whether the fallout will ruin her… or bind her irrevocably to the varsity twins who started it all. On a campus obsessed with power, image, and control — who truly owns the narrative? Tropes: reverse age gap, forbidden romance, professor x student, campus scandal, varsity baseball, twins romance, love triangle, viral controversy, sports romance, slow burn, power dynamic, public humiliation, college drama, emotional tension, spicy romance.
Lihat lebih banyakPractice that afternoon was brutal.The sun sat heavy over the field. The air felt thick enough to chew, pressing down on shoulders already tight with expectation. Even the dirt seemed hotter than usual, baking beneath their cleats.Liam jogged up beside him during warm-ups, fully recovered and infuriatingly energetic.“So,” Liam said, bumping his shoulder, “how was your academic adventure?”“A blonde told me to tell you hi.”Liam grinned instantly. “Which blonde?”“Chloe.”“Do I know her?”“Not yet.”
The sunlight was aggressive.It sliced through the dorm blinds and landed directly across Liam’s face.Liam groaned into his pillow. “Why is it so bright.”Ethan was awake but unmoving, staring at the ceiling and letting the room exist in quiet shapes and shadows. Without his hearing aids in, the world was muted—distant, underwater. Liam’s complaints registered only as vibration and tone.He rolled onto his side and reached for the small case on his nightstand.One by one, he fitted the hearing aids into place.The world clicked into focus.Air conditioning. Footsteps in the hallway. Liam’s dramatic suffering.“Ethan,” Liam muttered, voice thick with sleep and tequila. “Tell me I didn’t do anything catastrophic.”“You define catastrophic,” Ethan said evenly.Liam squinted at him through one eye. “Oh God. That tone means I did.”Ethan sat up slowly. “You disappeared.”“That’s vague.”“With a redhead.”Liam blinked. “Redhead.”“Yes.”“Like… natural redhead or bottle redhead?”Ethan gave
Theta Rho did not do small.The house glowed like it had been dipped in gold — string lights strung from balcony to oak tree, bass vibrating through the porch boards, bodies moving in a rhythm that felt less like dancing and more like conquest.Liam thrived in it instantly.“Vale twins!” someone shouted from the lawn.The orbit formed within seconds. Girls in cropped sorority tees. Freshmen trying to look older. Upperclassmen pretending not to stare but absolutely staring.Liam gave them what they wanted — a grin sharp enough to cut glass.Ethan stayed half a step behind him. Relaxed. Observing. His hearing aids caught the music in controlled bursts, but his eyes did most of the work.They hadn’t even made it through the front door before Maddox Reyes intercepted them.He didn’t need to be loud to command attention.President of Theta Rho. Political science major. Olympic-hopeful swimmer. Campus fixture. The kind of guy donors remembered by name.“Vale twins,” Maddox said, shaking the
Her apartment was quiet in a way her classroom never was.No fluorescent lights.No whispers from the back row.No careful calibration of posture and tone and presence.Just Alessandra.She kicked off her heels by the door and shrugged out of her blazer, draping it over the back of a chair with absent precision. By the time she reached the couch, she had traded silk and structure for an oversized Bastian College sweatshirt and soft black leggings. Her hair—meticulously smoothed that morning—was now piled into a loose, imperfect knot.On the television, Love Island flickered in bright neon absurdity.“Why am I like this?” she muttered to herself as two impossibly bronzed strangers debated loyalty after knowing each other for forty-eight hours.Because sometimes she didn’t want Senate hearings or ethics committees or the slow implosion of presidential reputations.Sometimes she wanted mindless chaos.Her laptop rested open on the coffee table. Her grading program showing first-week assi






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