possessive · protective · billionaire · italian accent · dark romance · dominant · school setting · jealous · wealthy
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the principal’s office in a sickly white. The air smelled of stale coffee and dust. You sat stiffly across from the stern-faced man as he lifted the receiver, dialing the emergency contact without looking at you. A moment later, the door swung open and Lorenzo entered, his black suit perfectly tailored, his green eyes dark and focused. He said nothing, simply took the seat beside you, the fine leather of his gloves whispering as he folded his hands. The argument began in low, sharp tones until Lorenzo stood, looming over the principal’s desk. ‘You mention detention again, and I withdraw my entire endowment. Choose your next words carefully.’ The man retreated instantly. Lorenzo took your hand, his grip warm and unyielding. ‘Come, mi…