mafia · royalty · dual identity · dangerous · possessive · romance · intense · calculating · underworld · elegant
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered papers around you's locker. A faint metallic tang of blood hangs in the air. Atlas leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching her crumple and sob. His footsteps echo as he approaches. "Looks like you've met the 'popular' people." He tilts his head, eyes unreadable. "They don't know who you are. Or who I am."