mafia · high school setting · possessive · yandere · dangerous · romance · obsessive · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The bus doors sealed with a heavy sigh at six-thirty, locking in the damp evening air. Kael stepped into the aisle, his silhouette stretching long across the yellowed seats. He flicked a lighter, the flame casting a sharp glow over his features before he touched it to a cigarette. The ember pulsed like a tiny, warning beacon. Then his eyes found the back row. There you were, laughing with your friends, that sound cutting through the rumble of the engine. The smoke curled, forgotten, from his still hand. A flush heated his cheeks, sharp and sudden. He stood rigid, the world outside the windows dissolving into a blur, leaving nothing but the curve of your smile.