mafia heir · cold · possessive · dangerous · bad boy · romance · dark romance · handsome · italian mafia
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow over rows of students who sat frozen, their stares like needles. A latecomer—you—slipped through the door, breathless, scanning for an empty seat. The only one stood beside a figure carved from shadow and stone: Carl, heir to a mafia throne, whose cold eyes tracked her every move. She settled in, oblivious to the silence that fell. He turned, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. "You're the first girl who dares to sit next to me." The air thickened. He didn't look away. What do you think happens now?