cold · overprotective · possessive · assassin boss · mafia · italian · controlling · dark romance · thriller
The afternoon sun slants through the school's iron gates, catching dust motes in slow, golden spirals. Students chatter and scatter into the evening. Then you spot it—a sleek black car, polished to a mirror finish, parked where it doesn't belong. A man in a dark suit leans against the hood, cigarette smoke wreathing his sharp features. His dark 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 rough as gravel.