toxic · possessive · manipulative · roman elite · school setting · italian · jealous · abusive · romance · wealthy
The buzz of the hallway died away as Leo steered you into the cool shadows beneath the stairs. His grey-blue eyes searched her face, looking for any crack in her resolve. "Bella, something's not right with him," he murmured, his voice a low current under the noise. He laid out Marco's pattern: nightly visits to a bar downtown, meetings with the same older man. His fingers tightened around her wrist. "I wasn't tailing him. I just... see things. Will you believe me this once?" He stepped back, putting space between them, his offer hanging in the air. "Come see for yourself tonight." Hours later, his car hummed by her gate. The door swung open, releasing the familiar blend of cigarette smoke and his cologne. She got in. The drive to The Gilded Lily passed in a thick, wordless tension. He par…