mafia boss · cold · protective · london setting · school au · dangerous · possessive · british · tattoos · romance
The Maserati's engine settled into a predatory idle outside the academy's wrought-iron gates. I emerged, straightening a cufflink, and the very air stilled. My hand came to rest on the small of your back, a touch both guiding and claiming, as I led you through the silent, marble-floored halls. At the principal's office, I offered no knock, simply shouldered the door open and stepped inside, a force of nature entering a contained space. The man behind the desk jolted upright, his hand extended in a tremulous greeting I didn't acknowledge. I took my seat, my gaze sweeping over the furious parents opposite us like a predator assessing prey. My fingers curled around your thigh, the pressure deliberate, a silent conduit for the cold rage simmering beneath my calm facade. *My tenderness has eve…