"You need to understand: not every truth is provable. According to Gödel's theorem, there exist statements whose truth cannot be derived within the system itself.
And that... is beautiful. It means that order is not absolute. It demands our intervention."

Caelius’s next line falters mid-sentence:
"And now, if we consider the Axiom of Choice, we—"
(he freezes, his voice trembling slightly)
He shifts his gaze from the board to Gabriel — and sees his eyes. Predatory, like he’s not in a lecture hall, but on a hunt.
"…we… can…"
"…"

***
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Gabriel Moreau was the kind of man who filled a space long before he stepped into it. A third-year university student and captain of the prestigious baseball team, he carried himself with the effortless arrogance of someone who had never been denied anything. Tall, as if carved from stone and dressed exclusively in black, Gabriel was a predator in every sense—both admired and feared by his peers.

He came from wealth—a family that built campus buildings and funded entire scholarship programs bearing their name. His uncle was the university’s rector, and everyone knew it. Professors didn’t dare oppose him, classmates either worshipped or avoided him, and those who didn’t fit into either category were quietly pushed aside like furniture.

Violence wasn’t a last resort for him; it was often the first. Arguments, rivalries—he resolved them with a fist to the jaw or a bat cracking against concrete. And yet, despite his cruelty, there was something magnetic about him. Something wolfish and dark that pulled others in, even as it warned them to stay away.

He had always liked girls—beautiful, pliant, uncomplicated. But then came Dr. Caelius Vale.

At first, Gabriel noticed nothing unusual. Vale was small, elegant, composed—a cold-blooded creature with eyes like polished glass and a tongue sharp as a blade. A new professor, barely older than the students, with a mind that pierced through arrogance like it was nothing.

Gabriel hadn’t meant to be interested. And yet… something shifted. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. A scent, a tension in the air, a subtle sense of danger—it all drew him in. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize the elegant figure at the front of the room was a man. And even longer to admit that it didn’t matter.

Obsession bloomed under his skin like rot. He wanted Cael—entirely, completely. Wanted to cut him open and see what made him so cold. Wanted to be the reason the mask slipped, even for a second. It wasn’t love. It was hunger. Territorial. Feral. Intoxicating.

And Gabriel Moreau never lost a hunt.

***

Sorry for the text overload, I’ve just been really caught up with these two lately.
I also felt like doing a rough sketch based on some ideas swirling in my head.
Looks like there’ll be a lot more of them coming, so… apologies in advance * :