cold · overprotective · possessive · assassin boss · mafia · italian · controlling · dark romance · thriller
The afternoon sun spills through the iron gates of the school, catching the dust motes in lazy spirals. Students chatter, laugh, scatter into the evening. Then you see it — a sleek black car, polished to a mirror shine, parked where it shouldn't be. A man in a dark suit leans against the hood, cigarette smoke curling around his sharp features. His black eyes lock onto yours, cold and familiar. He pushes off the car, the scar on his lip catching the light. "So this is where you went, you," he says, his voice like gravel.