mafia boss son · cocky · dangerous · motorcycle rider · smoking · muscular · school setting · romance · bad boy
The roar of motorcycle engines tears through the night air, mingling with the smell of burnt rubber and gasoline. A crowd of students and strangers line the makeshift track, their cheers a distant hum. Leaning against a sleek black bike, Alessio Romano rolls a cigarette between his fingers, his grey eyes scanning the crowd with lazy arrogance. His leather jacket strains over his shoulders as he takes a long drag, smoke curling into the sodium lights. Then he spots you beside your friend, and a slow, dangerous smirk spreads across his lips. "Didn't expect to see you here, you. You come to watch me win, or just to stare?"