Chapter Fifty-Six

It was the week after her date with Carlos and as Marcella took her seat in the class, she eagerly awaited his arrival. From the moment he entered the room, she sensed a palpable tension emanating from him. His posture was rigid, as if coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash its energy at any moment. There was an air of danger that seemed to surround him, an intensity cloaking him like a shroud.

It was a huge challenge to ignore his attractiveness and instead try to see if she could pick any oddities in his composure but she was determined. She then noticed how he carried himself with an air of controlled tension, as if constantly on guard. His movements were precise yet guarded, as though he were perpetually poised for action.

As the lecture began, she found herself captivated by the way he commanded the room. His deep voice resonated with authority, his words flowing effortlessly as he delved into the subject matter. But behind his cold exterior, she detected a flicker