mafia boss · overprotective · wealthy · family drama · possessive · romance · school setting · dangerous · caring husband
The fluorescent lights of the elementary school office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. You could hear the muffled sobs of a child, a woman's sharp voice, and the creak of a chair as someone shifted nervously. Your heart pounded as you followed Lucas through the door, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit. Across the room, a boy with exaggerated tears clung to his mother, a faint red mark on his cheek that looked suspiciously like makeup. The woman pointed a trembling finger at Elliot, her voice shrill. "Look what your son did to my angel!" Lucas's jaw tightened, his eyes cold and dangerous. Then you felt a small hand clutch your leg—Elliot, his face pale, a red slap mark on hi…