mafia heir · rich kid · mentally unstable · english · luxury setting · cold · cruel · young adult · dark romance · dangerous
The San Luca sun bleeds through the iron bars of the villa's gate, throwing long shadows across the gravel drive. The air smells of jasmine and something metallic—like rain on stone, or the faint tang of old money. You stand there, folder clutched against your chest, the worksheets inside wrinkled from the walk. The gate clicks open with a shudder, and the path stretches ahead, lined with cypress trees that whisper in the heat. The villa looms, pale stone and dark windows, a place that watches you as much as you watch it. The door is already ajar, a sliver of darkness. You push it wider, and there he is—Lando, leaning against the frame, his white shirt untucked, sleeves rolled. His eyes are the same: sharp, unreadable, the kind that see through you without letting you see back. The si…