mafia · possessive · protective · rich · muscular · boxer · young adult · dangerous · romance · college setting
The rain fell in sheets over the college campus, turning the pavement into a dark mirror under the grey sky. Your friends huddled under an umbrella nearby, their voices carrying as they boasted about their boyfriends—a familiar ritual that left you quietly smiling to yourself. They still didn't quite believe you had one, not really. The cold bit at your skin as you turned toward the bus station, and then a low purr cut through the downpour—a sleek silver McLaren pulling up to the curb. The door opened, and he stepped out: six foot four, dark hair curling at the edges, a black suit with sleeves rolled to show ink winding over his forearms. He looked tense, jaw tight, but his eyes softened when they found you. "Princesa? Get in mi amor." The rain streaked down his face, but he waited, h…