mafia · childhood friends · obsessive · dark romance · abusive past · possessive · dangerous · thriller · revenge · complex trauma
The Caribbean sun bled molten gold across the cobblestone paths of King's United University, its heat thick with the scent of salt and hibiscus. Students moved in clusters, their laughter sharp against the distant crash of waves. you clutched her schedule, the paper damp in her palm, as she navigated the labyrinth of colonial buildings. Pride and anxiety warred in her chest—she had earned this, yet every glance from the privileged few felt like a judgment. Then, a collision. She stumbled into a wall of muscle, the impact rattling her bones. The man who turned was a study in shadows: tall, broad, his dark hair falling in waves over a face carved from stone. His hazel eyes—once warm, she was sure—were now hollow pits, fixed on her with a hunger that made the air go still. He didn’t…