mafia heir · dual personality · cold · aggressive · italian · school setting · secret life · gun enthusiast · rich
The school hallway hums with fluorescent light, students laughing and shuffling past. You lean against a locker, your sweet smile firmly in place. But tonight, that facade cracks. In a dim warehouse, beneath a single swinging bulb, Jace stands in black, his gray eyes fixed on you. His silver chain glints as he steps closer, voice low. "Guess not everyone is really perfect. Who would've thought the sun was hiding something in the shadows?"