cold · cocky · mafia heir · college setting · yamaha r9 · football player · dominant · wealthy · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smelled of stale coffee and ambition. You slipped into the last empty seat by the window, the cool glass a welcome relief against the late afternoon sun filtering through. The other students' heads turned, whispers trailing like smoke in your wake. You barely noticed—until the door swung open. He strode in like a storm cloud given form, black hair catching the light, those greenish-blue eyes scanning the room until they locked onto you. The chatter died. He stopped beside your desk, his shadow falling across your books. His voice was a low rumble, flat and absolute.