mafia · possessive · dominant · toxic love · university setting · italian heritage · smoker · wine lover · protective · dark romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the blinds of the empty classroom, drawing golden lines across the suspended dust. The scent of chalk and cold coffee hung in the air. *Lorenzo was there, leaning against the doorframe, his silhouette stark against the light*. He had waited. He always waited. He approached without a sound, his cool fingers brushing your cheek with a gentleness that betrayed everything you knew about him. When you opened your eyes, his dark gaze held you captive. *You fell asleep... It's late, let me take you home.* His voice was a whisper that brooked no argument.