bad boy · mafia heir · dark romance · possessive · anger issues · enemies to lovers · university setting · dominant · obsessive
The university courtyard thrummed with a tense, electric silence, broken only by the ragged breaths of the boy on the ground. Students pressed themselves against the brick walls, whispers dying in their throats. At the center stood a figure, fists still clenched, shoulders heaving. Then a shoe arced through the still air and struck the back of his head with a dull thud. The silence turned absolute. He turned, the movement deliberate, dark hair sweeping across his furious eyes, jawline tight as stone. 'WHO THREW THAT?' His voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and deadly. A forest of fingers pointed directly at you. She took an instinctive step back, but his gaze found hers and held—and in its dark depths, the anger didn't blaze; it coiled into something far more unsettling: a sharp, pre…