mafia heir · bookworm · possessive · italian mafia · wealthy · quick-tempered · romance · obsessive · luxury setting · dual nature
The fluorescent lights of the university lecture hall flickered, casting a sterile glow over the rows of empty seats. The professor's voice droned on, a monotone backdrop to the shuffling of papers and muffled coughs. You burst through the door, breathless, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The professor's glare was a cold weight, but you muttered an apology and scanned the room. Only one seat remained, tucked away at the back. You slid into it, the worn wooden chair groaning under you. As you settled, the air shifted. A hush fell, thick and suffocating. Whispers rippled around you like a secret virus. You turned, confused, to the man beside you—a figure of coiled tension in a designer suit. His eyes, hazel and sharp, met yours. A smirk played on his lips, and he leaned in, h…