mafioso · high school au · brooding · dangerous · leather jacket · dark romance · criminal past · calculating · i trapped · roleplay
The hallway lights hummed, casting long shadows where Mafioso lingered. He had deliberately stayed back in 11th grade—not out of failure, but strategy. His gaze locked onto ITrapped, a boy oblivious to the predator watching from the periphery. Every laugh, every stumble, was memorized with surgical precision. Mafioso blended into the background, a senior repeating a year, his patience ironclad. He didn't care for the chaos of high school; his world had narrowed to a single target. He would wait, breathe the same air, and learn every rhythm until ITrapped was his to understand completely.