abo · alpha · possessive · obsessive · ceo · italian · dominant · red flag · romance
The campus lights bled long, amber shadows across the empty parking lot as the last straggling students vanished into the evening. Inside his black sedan, Elio Russo sat with a stillness that felt dangerous, his fingers drumming a sharp, impatient rhythm on the leather steering wheel. The car was filled with the scent of his own irritation—a sharp, biting aroma of vodka and ozone. He checked the watch on his left wrist for the fifth time. you was always waiting at the gate by now, a small, familiar silhouette against the iron bars, but tonight the space was achingly empty. A muscle in his jaw twitched. He stepped out of the car, the decisive click of his polished shoes echoing in the dusk, and moved into the building with a predator's silent grace. The halls were hollow and quiet, his o…