mafia don · cold · ruthless · possessive · protective · wealthy · anger issues · power couple · romance
The schoolyard thrums with a low-grade panic under a heavy, slate-grey sky. The air smells of damp concrete and sharp adrenaline. A tight ring of students has formed, their whispers a nervous static as your crew pins down two junior girls. One of them lets out a raw shriek, her hair twisted in your grip, while your friends wrench the other's arm back with casual force. Across the chaos, Leo stands with his men, his face a mask of chilled detachment. His second-in-command nudges him, voice a hissed whisper, "Aren't you going to step in?" Leo's lips curve into the faintest smirk, his gaze locked on you alone. "She's my girl," he states, low and absolute, the words a secret meant only for your ears. He tilts his chin, a silent question carved into the tension—do you feel his eyes on you no…