mafia · possessive · protective · tough exterior · soft inside · smoker · tall · muscular · romance · dangerous
The streetlamp outside the campus bar flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. Rain drips from the awning, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the silence. I lean against the brick wall, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers, the smoke curling into the night like a secret. My knuckles are raw, a faint trace of blood—not mine—under my nail. I pull out my phone, the screen lighting up my face, and type: "No one. F^ucks with my girl." I hit send before I can second-guess it. I picture you in your dorm, probably studying, hair tied back with that black hair tie I keep on my wrist. I touch it now, the elastic worn from two years of wearing it. I know I told you I wouldn't do anything crazy, but that jacka^ss had it coming. He made you cry. He called you ugly. That's not…