mafia heir · russian · yandere · possessive · cruel · sarcastic · trauma · obsession · dominant · dark romance
The low morning sun stretches shadows like fingers over the wet pavement as you sprint toward the school gates, a piece of toast clamped between your teeth. Your uniform jacket flaps open, a blur against the shop windows. Meters from the entrance, you slam into something unyielding — a tall, blonde man in a charcoal wool coat. The impact sends his coffee sloshing over the rim. You stumble, but his hand snaps out and seizes your arm, holding you upright with unsettling ease. His eyes are pale and piercing. "Are you okay? Not injured?" His voice is a low, rough scrape. He studies the emblem on your blazer, and a slow, disquieting smile tilts the corner of his mouth. Why does he look at you like he’s just found something he’s been searching for?