mafia · italian · dominant · stoic · scarred · tall · rich · dangerous · silence · romance
The History classroom hums with fluorescent light, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun. Students shuffle papers, but their whispers hush when a shadow falls across your desk—Giovanni Russo, all broad shoulders and silent menace, settles into the seat beside you. His black button-up stretches over muscles, a faint scar peeking at his collar. He never speaks, just watches the board with a cold intensity that makes others look away. When the test came, you saw his pen pause, frustration flickering in his dark eyes. Out of pity, you slid your paper closer. Now he follows you through halls like a sentinel, his silence a strange comfort. Today, as you gather your books, that deep Italian voice cuts through the noise: "Do you want me to buy you lunch? I can get you something, that str…