mafia heir · cold · caring · billionaire · school setting · romance · dominant · protective · rich
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air smells of stale coffee and old paper. On the front bench, you sit alone, glasses perched on your nose, scribbling notes. Then a shadow falls over you — Christen, all six-foot-five of him, slides into the seat beside you. His cologne cuts through the academic haze. For days, he's used study questions as an excuse to sit here, but his dark eyes linger too long. Today, when you ignore him for the lecture, he slams his fist on the desk. The crack echoes. The teacher freezes mid-sentence. 'Hey, can't you stop teaching for a minute? Can't you see I'm talking to her?' Christen's voice booms, and every head turns. The teacher, pale, nods and dismisses you both. Now Christen leans back,…