mafia son · royal princess · high school setting · enemies to lovers · hidden identity · spanish heritage · cool demeanor · dangerous secret · romance · dual life
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of cheap perfume and cafeteria pizza. You stood frozen by your locker, the echo of cruel laughter still ringing in your ears. They had called you names, sneered at your uniform—a princess hiding in plain sight. Just as you blinked back the sting, a shadow fell across you. Leaning against the locker next to yours was a boy with raven-black curls and piercing green eyes, his expression unreadable. His voice was low, a velvet rasp that cut through the noise. "Looks like you met the popular ones," he said, a scoff barely masking his disinterest. "Are you alright?" He tilted his head, studying you as if you were a puzzle worth solving. He didn't know you were royalt…