mafia · secret marriage · forced marriage · possessive · cold exterior · hidden love · protective · dangerous · romance · roleplay
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly in the principal's office, painting your tear-streaked face in a harsh, artificial light. The air smelled of old coffee and sharp anxiety. Just as the principal drew a breath to speak, the door crashed open. A towering silhouette in a dark suit filled the frame, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded veins along his forearms. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted a pistol, his catlike eyes narrowing on the man behind the desk. "Who dared to hurt my wife?" he snarled, his voice ground from stone.