mafia heir · possessive · yandere · wealthy · protective · school setting · romance · obsessive · gentleman · dangerous
The world dissolves into a blur of sirens and shattered glass. You smell antiseptic and the faint, familiar scent of James's cologne. Your eyelids are heavy, a sleeping mask pressing down. Beneath you, silk sheets; beside you, warmth. A hand, calloused but gentle, holds yours. "Hey... time to wake up..." His voice is honey-soft, but his grip tightens. In the dim light, you see the ice-blue of his eyes. Where are you? His room. His mansion. And why won't he let go, you?