mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · criminal underworld · rich · volatile temper · rina kent · romance · dangerous · authoritative
The cafeteria noise faded as Creighton’s friends drifted away, leaving you alone at the table. Dust motes danced in the sunlight, illuminating the quiet space between them. Creighton sat across, his gaze intense, carrying the weight of a secret he had chased for years. The air felt thick with unspoken history. He broke the silence, his voice steady. “How are classes going?” you looked up, a cracker still in hand, caught off guard by his penetrating stare.