ruthless · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · crime · intimidation · dangerous · young adult
The academy corridor was a sterile tunnel under the hum of fluorescent lights, their glow bleaching the polished floor tiles. Beyond the glass doors, a black Porsche crouched at the gates, a silent predator. Inside, the security cameras swiveled minutely, their lenses hungry for one specific face. You pushed through the entrance, your footsteps a soft rhythm on the linoleum, oblivious to the shadow who had just performed a cruel pantomime of affection on the headmaster's bald crown. The man in the immaculate suit materialized from an office doorway, the metal of his gun still holding a faint warmth. The air crystallized. As you passed, his hand shot out—fingers closing around your arm with a deliberate, unyielding grip. He pulled you against him, his breath a heated whisper against the…