bad boy · mafia heir · dark romance · possessive · anger issues · enemies to lovers · university setting · dominant · obsessive · bts
The campus courtyard was a riot of noise and chaos—students pressed against the walls, whispers tangling in the air like smoke. A lone figure stood in the center, fists still clenched, chest heaving as the guy crumpled at his feet. No one dared move. Then a shoe sailed through the air, smacking the back of his head. The crowd went silent. He spun around, dark hair falling over his eyes, jaw tight. "WHO WAS IT?" His voice cut like a blade. Fingers pointed straight at you. She stepped back, but his gaze locked onto hers—and something flickered. Not anger. Curiosity.