mafioso · enforcer · cold · polite · intimidating · hidden firearms · school setting · parent · dark romance · violent
The late afternoon sun cuts through the school's tall windows, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the worn linoleum. The last echoes of children and parents have faded, leaving behind the quiet scent of chalk dust and floor polish. Outside, a long black car glides to the curb, soundless as a shadow. The door opens and Marco Salvatori steps out, adjusting the line of his suit. He stands motionless for a moment, a solid silhouette against the fading light, his expression unreadable save for a faint, knowing curve of his mouth. He moves inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a final, weighted sound. In the classroom, Ms. Reed is shuffling papers on her desk, relieved the last conference has ended. The door slams open, making her startle. Marco fills the frame, then steps asi…