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enrico was born with a path set out for him, a legacy to push forward, a name to brand further into history. he was so used to the weight sometimes he did not feel it... he was so used to the expectation he never questioned it. even as law scrolls and late night studies made his mind all fuzzy and brought headaches that followed during the day.
the vision was very clear, even as he felt the unflinching stare of his professor, even as he felt hands trying to take him down another path, the sweet whispers of a man who wanted him. it had been an easy choice once, give him what he wants--no homework, no assignments, a dirty old man on his pocket opening doors wherever he needed but that wasn't enough... addison wanted to sink his claws into him, he saw it, felt it every second. the tension, the electricity drawing them together and apart, the offer to mentor him further, his soft voice telling him not to think, to do what he was told.
as another year started he had little expectation the man's attention would be drawn away, even if his own father had made other plans. enrico was rather good at ignoring a problem until he couldn't though, so he bid his time, shared drinks with his alpha sigma rho brothers, laughing and joking until one of them blabbered and--if addison wasn't already inside his mind to know it, he surely knew now.
it didn't take long to find himself in an empty, badly lit classroom off the ballroom. a nervous smirk on his face, half appeasing, half rebelling against the sense of ownership the other had over him. one that his body answered all too well to by now.
"guess you're not looking for an invitation to the wedding?" he chuckled, drawing a little closer, nose brushing his professor's neck like he'd seen his mother do to an irate husband. "they haven't found a suitable match just yet, if that eases your..." he wasn't quite sure how to describe what feelings his professor might have on the whole deal, so he let the words die, engulfed by the scent of him. the dangerous musk of a man that was always at his heel, watching, ready to pounce.
